AISHA
I woke up with puffy eyes, & a heavy head. No matter how much I hate the reason behind my crying, but the thing is that you always have the best sleep after crying, & I had it after years, & that too after a tiring day, though I don't want to remember about it.
It is a new day, with a new sunshine, & a new hope. With these oh so positive thoughts, I decided to forget all his words, & him altogether. I know it's difficult, but not for me, cause that's how I live. Forgetting the worst, & looking for the best.
& let me share a secret of mine, after I take a nice sleep, after any shit, I forget all the pain, & the tears, it's just like sleeping gives me the power to deal with all the shits, & the power to forget. Yeah that's me.
I never forgive, that's not in me, but I do forget. Better for me & others.
With these thoughts, I went out, to make some nice lemon tea for me, & a strong coffee for Ishu, I know she might have overdrunk last night, as always, & might be having a severe headache when she awakes, & she was not awake till now, as expected.
"You are such a savior Aishuuuu!!!! Oh what would I do without you! I love you!" she said kissing me on my cheeks, irritating me.
"Get ready for college now! You should have thought before drinking that much!" I said scrunching my nose, & cleaning my cheeks, & went to my room, to have my lemon tea in silence, sitting in my balcony, looking at the rising sun. Then I did my workout, made some breakfast for us, as Ishu knows nothing about cooking, but just eats, & I prefer home cooked food.
Old schooled? Well yes, I'm!
Then I got ready, wearing a nice cute loose PRINCESS white crop-top & my blue denim shorts with sneakers. Only they can make me survive the humid environment of Mumbai. Then I applied my every day favorite kajal, or kohl, then mascara, some lip-gloss, & kept my waist length hair open, wore mom's pendent & ring, along with anklets, & my everyday watch before coming out.
As usual, Princess Ishu is yet in her bed! God this girl never changes!
"Ishuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!! Wake up or I'll call Aunty!" I said, & finally Daddy's Princess woke up yawning.
"What Aisha! It's just 7:30 now..... Shit it's already 7:30, why didn't you wake me up. We'll definitely be late, & the reason is you!" she said hurrying, & pointing at me.
"I woke you up with your bed-coffee. Look at the cup there. You slept again, like always!" I said glaring at her.
She ran away to the bathroom, not before shouting to give her towel, which she forgot as usual.
I ate my breakfast waiting for her.
Then there was a knock on the door, I went to open thinking might be Anny, or some neighbor.
But there was nobody, I looked down, & found the most beautiful bouquet of red roses, I had ever laid my eyes upon. Red roses are my all time favorite, just like jasmines. I smelled it, & man, it made me day, they are so beautiful & fresh, like someone just brought them from the garden! But then my eyes fell on a hand-written note on it, with clean handwriting, which read-
"I'm Sorry!
-VIVAAN"
& as soon as I read that, my eyes got narrowed. I didn't know what to do, or how to react. Firstly I thought to throw those flowers, & went close to the dust-bin on our floor, but standing there I again looked at the flowers, & smelled them. A smile crept on my face. No matter even if the devil sent them, but they never change their nature, which is to bloom, & to make others smile. I just changed my heart, yet smiling, & turned back to our apartment.
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