Musafir

2. DIARY

~ HIS POV : ~

"Can there be a better start to your day when you sit down to write and the radio plays an 80s song on its own as if giving you a company in its own silent ways? - for me, naah. Well it's one of those days in my every week schedule when I sit back and realise that maybe i was born in the wrong generation, where peace is the goal, not a simultaneous feeling that drives you to achieve your goals. Well for the introduction I am Ahaan Veer Malhotra and apart from writing diaries (where i usually pen down the gyaan which no one would be intended to listen to) and listening to the most soulful songs, I have a part time job to run an architectural company, I once built thinking it was the only thing ever to exist in the world that could ever give me peace, turns out I still need to work on the peace giving factor. My life is a little too mundane and simple to talk about, though I like it more that way - not complaining but I have no drama that can possibly drive a conversation with the beings around me and can entertain them. Well I'll probably stop writing now because my brother has been knocking on the door for the past 15 minutes and if I don't open it now, who knows if it will break in the next minute?"

~ HIS POV ENDS ~

"Bhai, can you for god's sake open the door?!" A voice was heard from behind the door, laced with annoyance.

"Kya hai kartik, kyun subah subah dimag kharab kar raha hai?" He said opening the door.

"Bhai 15 minute se knock kar raha hun, aisa kya kar rahe the jo khol hi nahi the darwaza?"

"Tujhey ignore karne ki koshish." Ahaan said giving him a tight lipped smile and started to walk inside the room with Kartik following him.

"Bhai, ignore aur roast dono baad main kar lena, aap mujhey batao aap abhi tak taiyaar kyun nahi hue? Jaldi taiyar ho aur chalo, bahut late ho raha hai." Kartik said looking at his brother who was sitting on his bed and pretended like he wasn't even listening to him.

"Taiyaar to tab hone jaaunga na main kartik jab mujhey pata ho jaana kahan hai. To kripya kar aap mujhey yeh bata ke enlighten karenge ki ham jaa kahan rahe hai?" He said as he got hold of a glass of water to quench his thirst.

"Aapki hone waali biwi se milne."

And as if it was in its stars, the water met with its destiny and it ended up being spit on the floor. Ahaan looked up, coughing and his gaze met with his brother's who was smirking as if he accomplished a mission he planned on from ages. Mission give Ahaan a taste of his own medicine.

"Aise kya dekh rahe ho, mummy papa se sarcasm ke genes jitne aapko mile hai, utne mujhey bhi mile hai, hence you are not alone in the game Mr. Bade Malhotra." Kartik said with a permanent smirk that didn't plan on to fade away anytime soon.

"Ab tu seedha seedha bata raha hai kahan jaana hai ya main jaun apna kaam karne?" Ahaan said, grumpiness clearly evident in his voice.

"Bhai aap seriously bhool gaye kahan jaana hai?" Kartik said being done with his brother's short term memory loss.

"Agar mujhey yaad hota to main aapse puchta shreemaan?" Ahaan said.

"Bhai aapko bhoolne ki koi to bahut badi problem hai main keh raha hun, pichle do hafton se aapko bol raha hun sunday ko art festival main jaana hai aur aap keh rahe ho aapko yaad nhi hai? Bhai i am so done!"

Suddenly it clicked to him. After writing, listening to songs and his job one thing that fascinated him the most was art. Art and Architecture were something that he was really possessive about and he always knew, it was never a mere hobby but something he could carve his career from, and he did and all his hardwork resulted in Malhotra Constructions being a big name in the industry. When Kartik told him that an art festival was coming in their city, he was overjoyed and planned everything with him, but the past week work had taken a toll on him which resulted in him forgetting such an important day.

"Shit sorry main bilkul bhool gaya tha. 10 minute rukja i'll go and change fir chalte hai." He stood up to go.

"Main nahi jaa paunga, maa and papa have to go to bua's place and want me to become their chauffeur for the day." Kartik said, heaving a disappointed sigh. He really wanted to accompany his brother to the art festival but alas his parents had the worst timing.

"But aap tension na lo, have messaged you the ticket you go and enjoy main chalta hun. Bye." Kartik said giving his brother a hug and walking out.

Ahaan didn't want to miss out this opportunity and hence he got ready and began his journey to the art festival, not knowing destiny had a lot in store for him today, a lot he could not even think about.

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