Featured by @Romance
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
"Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror.
"They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers.
"But they don't have the fragranc...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Sid stood up and left us with his unfinished food.
I just don't get it.
Focus. Being here is more important.
"You all need to stop," I ordered as if we were on the field.
"Why can't you take compliments?"
"But now I am sure he would be more careful about all of it. Right, Megha?"
"Yeah....I guess." She whispered the last part. Gladly, they all engaged in a conversation. She was lost in her thoughts, playing with the biryani on her plate with her spoon, her other hand clutching onto her dress as if her life depended on it.
I told her to relax, and she did. We all then talked and laughed a lot, with them casually draining their beer cans. But I wish they hadn't brought up the risk-taking, my baby brother would have been here too.
They finally wrapped up their conversations an hour later after the dinner. They all took their turns hugging me and shaking hands with her. I tried to shove their gifts back to them, but they simply refused.
I bid them goodbyes and helped my wife clean the kitchen and the table. I made sure I did most of it because she was going to do the dishes. I washed the bigger hotpots and plates while she was in the room changing her clothes before the rest of the chores.
In all honesty, not a word was spoken. But it wasn't awkward at all. There was something comfortable about it. I was done before her, but I found something else to do till she was done with her share of chores.
I headed into the room before her to avoid the awkwardness, if any. I wanted to talk to Sid and clear the air, but it was too late for the day.
"Um- Aga- Sir, I'm sorry for bringing up your childhood, I guess that wasn't my place." She spoke as she stood near her bed. I didn't see her coming in.
So she will just not say my name.
"That's not a problem. But I am surprised you remember everything." I mean, I was. And it did embarrass me a bit. I didn't really remember anything about her as a child.
"It was the only part of my life that was worth remembering." She looked lost as she spoke. And as if she was snapped out of it, she looked at me. "I mean, I had my brother, my mom, like my family...so...."
"Same. I had it all too."
Yet I don't remember much anymore.
"Honestly, I have a very hazy memory of you."
Damn, why am I even speaking?
"Not offended." She gave me her small smile as she sat on the bed.
"I remember your brother though. Him not wanting to go to school, painting at all times, a legit shadow of your mother. He would have made an amazing painter."
