The Breaths We Take (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4 - I need you

"You might remember me, Madhu. I'm Shankar. We live on the next street. I was the architect behind your dad's complex many years ago, back when you were just a little kid."

A smile tugged at Mr. Shankar's lips as he continued,

"Remember that one time we played that colouring game? You were so enthusiastic. You drew this big mountain for me and even so, you helped me with the designs for your dad's store. Do you remember any of that, huh?"

Yeah, I remember. I nearly spoiled his drawing.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce you to my family. This here is my wife, Parvathy, and our lovely daughter, Vidhisha. And look at this cute little bundle," he pointed to the baby nestled in Vidhisha's arms. "We haven't decided on a name for her yet, but for now, we call her Achu Papa,"

As the words spilt out of his mouth, everyone, including my father and brother, couldn't help but smile at the baby.

Meanwhile, I stood there, feeling like an outsider, as if I were forcefully watching a movie I had no desire to be a part of.

They don't know me clearly, but I considered them as a second family and was around them all the time. I knew everyone there intimately, but they had no idea that I held the key to their past. It was a strange sensation to watch them without revealing my knowledge.

While they were engrossed in conversation, my thoughts wandered elsewhere. Goutham. He was not in the house after I came back from the bathroom.

is this guy seriously came here or I am just hallucinating?

Or did I accidentally step into some alternate reality where he magically reappeared?

Or are his parents showed up here to deliver the news of his untimely death?

Ugh, I don't know...Seriously, it feels like I'm trapped in something.

"I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but why are you all here so late? It's past 10 pm, and it's not a typical time for unexpected visits. It would be better if we could talk during the daytime." My dad finally inquired.

That's when Goutham emerged into the hall.

Ok, I wasn't just hallucinating. He's here, sitting before me in the flesh.

"Madhu, this is my son, Goutham," Mr. Shankar proudly introduced, "He works as a financial analyst at HDFC Bank. And if I recall correctly, he was your classmate back in school."

Goutham's gaze met mine, and in that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. The years melted away, leaving us locked in a silent connection of unspoken words. Lingering between us were unspoken questions, floating in the air. Did he remember? Did he feel the same rush of emotions that I did? Or had he moved on like me, leaving our shared past behind?

"Hi, sir," Goutham began, his voice taking a brief pause, "I apologize for showing up so late. We actually had plans to come in the morning, but something urgent came up that couldn't wait. I hope you understand." 

I can't believe this is Goutham. He speaks like a Gentleman. It's like I'm witnessing a different person.

"Actually, sir, I wanted to talk to you about something important regarding your daughter. I have known her for a considerable time, and I have come to realize what a remarkable person she is. Her kindness, intelligence, and values have deeply impressed me. I understand that her well being is your top priority, and I want to assure you that I hold the same concern"

"So, with your permission, I would like to have a private conversation with her. There are matters we need to discuss that I believe will be beneficial for both of us."