She's patrichor, the Earthy scent of first rainfall. The pleasant aroma makes you wonder, makes you feel different in a nicer way, it makes you believe how wonderful the entity is and suddenly everything around you starts looking pleasing to the eye...
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I was sitting on a couch in the lawn outside of our house, waiting for dad. We just had our dinner still he insisted for a cup of coffee, I simply gave in just to not make him feel down again. I have trouble him enough for the day and I am not planning to add on it more, hope so. the scene I created on the dining is shameful. A grown up women at twenty-four failed to control her emotions. Deplorable to be honest.
Emotions are quite funny, most of the times I laugh at them and whenever i tease them they hit me back return in the speed of Peregrine falcon. I never took them gravely, and will never be able to unless and until it's related to someone I cherish. I'm self-aware and over the years I have realised one thing. I get trigger wherever dad says something out of pocket which I disagree.
People do say a lot of things about me, maximum of times it is not in my favour. They envy the privilege I have. They think I'm undeserving and it can be true but I can't change my fate and neither they, and I wouldn't let anyone change that. I can't blame them when it's me only who has unintentionally given them reasons to talk, to gossip. There are several occasionally cases of me being a so called pathetic person in front of the society.
"Back to the Earth Ahana" I steadily looked to my right and then left but only the sleeping plants stared back at me. The only human I could sense in this lawn is me. Am I really hearing things now? Damn someone is really in a need to visit mental hospital and I better be looking the prettiest mental in that Johnny gown.
"I made a quick change. now we have hot chocolate with brownie and not the coffee to get rid of our beauty sleep." This time I could hear it clearer. I look over my shoulder to see dad coming out of the main door with a tray in his hand. In a short of moment he was sitting beside me, already to take a sip of beverage.
This man has a dietician to control his meals, surely he would kill my dad and make me an orphan once he come to know about not so healthy foodie who's sitting right in front of me. "Sugar fears you, when it supposed to be other way round" I deadpanned at him, raising my brows. Only for him to shrugged his shoulders so carelessly, mind you the eye roll. my god.
This is what my home feels like, I can be weird, stupid, whatever I want. Sometimes a monster maybe, yet this all won't take away my comfort. My soothe of essence, I'll still have no disheartment. No guilt to be precise.
We were having company of each other without any talks, it's all calm and i prefer this way. I don't want to start the conversation, i know in few minutes he would take initiative so I'm just waiting. Waiting for him to start quizzing and I'll tell him everything what I felt at that right moment.
How can this person be so understanding, so calm. He let me have moment in every state of my phase.
"So, what do you think of a party?" Here he did un-mute of the volume, as accepted. Let's gear up for the long night ahead.
