Can I Close My Eyes?

5

"The best employee of the year goes to Karan Pawar" All the colleagues of the winner goes boisterous with hollering and Whistling for their dear friend while Karan goes up the little stage to take the trophy.

"Thanks so much boss for recognising my hard work" Karan looks at their forty years old boss in black suit grinning at him from front row. "This is my third award successively in my six years of work carrer, I am expecting a big promotion in the coming year sir. Thank you once again" Whole place is a commotion with laughs,claps and shouts. Their boss shakes his head sitting with his wife.

Karan Pawar is a twenty nine years old kind hearted man with good humour, he is little chubby with six feet height who can't see the world without those minus bifocal lenses, and he is obsessed with his lenskart square framed glasses. Oh the main thing he is a HR generalist, working at a textiles industry in kolkata. His package is Nine lakhs per annum.

After the completion of little celebration at the industry he goes home on his bike, he can take an uber but the city's traffic can't let him reach his home before sunset. His working hours are nine and he don't wanna waste his remaining precious hours of day in a freaking traffic.

"Mummy I am home" He shouts ignoring his sister kriti,who opened the door for him.

"Shameless pig" Kriti grits behind his back, he turns around after leaving his office bag on the couch.

"What did you say kriti?"

"Nothing bhaiii" She drags the word

"I heard something!" His hands are on his hips, looking pointedly at her like a strict school principal.

"You are a dumbass" She runs saying that.

"You mad bitttttcoin" He stops the chase seeing their father sitting in the balcony

"When will you guys grow up?" Says the father

"Not very time soon" Kriti hugs the old man and scoffs at her elder brother.

"Mummy" Karan walks into the kitchen , hugs the mother of house from back.
"What are you cooking mummy?"

"Palak chapathi and chana masala"

"Ahh I am hungry" He closes his eyes smelling the fresh spices

"Go and take a bath man, and don't forget we need to go to sharma's house tomorrow morning" Karan pulls away to stare at his mother

"Ahaa, someone's gonna get hitched eh?" Teases kriti, giving her head a little pat Karan disappears into his bedroom.

The next morning they all are sitting in their red Volkswagen polo to reach their destination which is an hour journey. Karan is driving and his father is in the shotgun leaving the back seat for ladies.

"They are very conserved so be careful while talking to the girl, okay Karan"

"Yes mummy"

"And don't show her your grumpy side"

"Yeah" Karan sighs, it's his third time going to see a girl. Initial ones are not okay with his six feet height and second ones has a problem with his extra fat near his torso.
"What's her occupation mummy?"

"She works at a call centre" There comes a sudden break.

"Hey, are you mad or what?" Kriti scolds holding her almost hit head

"She's working at what? Mom are you crazy? At a call center?"

"She is from a good family, isn't that enough for you Karan. You are earning right?" His father, who's a chemistry lecture says. Karan has no answer for that, he is okay with a working woman then why does that call centre thing isn't sitting well with him?
He drives with an increased pace to reach the destination faster.