Spin-off to "Big Yellow Door" but could be read as a standalone.
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I was labelled as the girl who got fame as heritage or the one who couldn't stand up to the reputation her parents held. They say I'm a shame to my infamous parent's legacy.
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❝True friendships are like streetlights along the road, they don't make distance any shorter, but they light up the path and make the walk worthwhile.❞
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The sky was filled with stars today. The moon looked stunning. It was a full moon night. I took a deep breath and let it out. I miss Baba. I also miss Mamma. I know we would fight the whole time, but at least she was there. I miss Chachu. I miss everyone!
I sniffed and wiped the tears that slid down my eye. I took the bottle of beer to my mouth again and took a short sip.
Just to update you on my life, my song is not heading anywhere. Even right now, I am sitting in the middle of crumbled papers. I don't think I can do this. I should retire for everyone's good. I have had my highs, and there is nothing more left for me, it seems.
I put the bottle down and took my notepad again. I should try again. Maybe something will come up. I held the pen and thought for a while. No, nothing. This won't work.
I put the notepad down and threw the pen away in anger. This is frustrating me. The pen hit the balcony grills and fell inside. Lucky! Even that pen has luck on its side but not me.
"I wish Milo was here, at least," I mumbled and sighed deeply. I checked my mobile laying on the side. It had zero notifications. Woah! That's sad. My mobile would be flooded with notifications 3 years back. It's been so long.
I have no idea what I am blabbering at the moment. So, forgive me for that. I went into chats and pressed on Ruhaan's name. It was stuck in our previous conversation from yesterday. I frowned.
Why hasn't he contacted me yet? Doesn't he want to write that song?
I met Ruhaan one more time after our first meeting, but the next time, it was at Shekhar's office as he wanted to hear ideas. Well, that went weird.
"Tell me," Shekhar said with excitement. I was unbothered as I sat before him. Ruhaan was seated beside me on the couch.
He moved his notebook towards him with a bit unsurety. Basically, we didn't progress on anything. He scribbled a few lines when we were waiting for Shekhar to finish his previous meeting.
I asked him not to worry too much but he cares. He was worried things might act against him this time. These new artists, I tell you.
Creases formed on Shekhar's forehead as he moved his eyeballs through the page. He flipped the page, and I could tell he was disappointed. He watched up at Ruhaan and put the notebook down.
