Aayat : Love Heals The Deepest Scars

Chapter 11: Home

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Aayat

"Thank you sir." I exclaimed as I was talking to Mr. Kashyap on call.

I informed him that I am not feeling well, also I'm leaving for my home town so I won't be joining them at the office for a while..and he agreed.

Of course, he will. I have been working my ass off for the last two months on that Mr Kulkarni 's project, so now I deserve a break, I am flying back to dehradun in 4 hours.
So now I have to be quick.
I hastily packed my bag..... putting in some clothes and some necessary elements.

Closing the door and locking it. I left for the airport.
I have been feeling a bit dizzy but i know I will be fine.

I called Meher to inform her that i will be there in some hours. She is the one picking me up from the airport.
I haven't informed my parents that I'm visiting them so...it will be a blast this time....I am so excited.

I reached the airport in time.

So proud of you, there is at least a place on this earth where you reached in time....
I sometimes think is my mind really mine or have it been transferred to me. Cause it roasts me terribly.

Thanks for your compliment. Now just don't disturb me.

It wasn't a compliment, It is said to be a reality check, which you badly needed.

Shut up.
And it finally left me alone.

I boarded the flight and after my two hours journey....which I spent reading a book....well say romance book....I finally reached my destination.

Welcome to Dehradun.

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"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were coming. I would have brought uncle aunty too." My best friend shouted out loudly .

"What in the hell does a suprise mean, Meher. And I'm sitting right beside you , so stop shouting." I hissed.

"Okay okay....by the way what's with the bad mood? Hmm" she asked concerned.

"I will tell you everything later. I really don't want to talk about it now. Just drop me home , I am dying meet my parents." I said.

"Fine, but we have a lot of things to talk about. So I'm having a stay over at your place tonight." She exclaimed excitedly.

"Done. Just like old days." I smiled at her.

I missed her so much. Meher Sharma , my bestfriend. She stood beside me when everyone left me alone. When I needed love and support, she was the only to stand by me.

Being the daughter of a middle class family , we know how to handle situations at their worse . We are not taught to stay strong but our conditions make us stronger. Handling a family , making sure they are happy....is what we see while we are growing up. But there is something else we need to focus upon..'US' its important for us to determine our worth. But on the path of keeping our family happy we forget to take the path...which leads to our happiness. This is the sad reality.
It can be changed but the family too needs to be supportive.. which Is quite impossible.

Meher and I have too witnessed our mothers giving up their happiness over us. It feels sad to realise it now.

She is my childhood bestfriend and knows all my secrets.
My first lie to my first crush to my first realtionship to my first breakup.