Anurakti

38: I don't like coffee anyways

"Lata Maa is getting discharged tomorrow."

"And how are you welcoming her?"
Samidha asked keeping her chin on her palm as she looked at Sahaj.

"Welcome?"

"Of course silly. You should! She won against whatever her condition was and it's the beginning of her new life."
She stated the obvious and twirled her phone in her fingers.

"And now even you've decided to change."
She muttered quietly, but he heard her and scoffed.

But now that she mentioned it, it will make sense to welcome her by doing something special.
She has devoted her whole life for him and he never as much as talked back to her.

And now that he knows how precious her life is, and how fragile it is, he wants to spend as much time with her as he could and make sure that they are her best days.

"And how should I welcome her?"
He asked and Samidha looked up at him from her phone and narrowed her eyes.

"You are really pathetic aren't you? Don't you know what your grandmother likes? Do something that makes her feel special and.......beautiful."

She said standing up and packing her back. It was two days later that they were sitting together after their classes were over. It was something around 8:30 p.m.

Beautiful?
Lata Maa was already the most beautiful lady in the world. Why would she need to feel even more beautiful?

"What do you mean?"

"God Sahaj. You've treated her like shit in the past. Do something that makes her realise how much you need her and love her and that you are nothing without her. Do something which makes her feel loved."
She said and left, leaving him thinking.

He really did treat her like shit. She didn't deserve even a single bit of the sadness. He should just die. He has hurt her so much. But he cannot go on doing nothing to improve.

"Should I ask her directly what she likes? Yes I should."

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"Maa, what do you love the most in the world?"
Sahaj asked, taking a bite out of the apple that he brought for her.

"I love you the most my son."
The elderly lady spoke with a smile and Sahaj shook his head.

"No maa. Not like that. I mean......uh...........yeah! What's your favourite colour?"

Lata Maa laughed lightly and looked at her grandson through her fragile eyes.

"I'm too old for these things dear. I like every colour."

"No Maa. You have to tell meeeeeeee."
Sahaj whined, successful in his attempt to imitate Samidha.
From his feelings around her, and from the movies Shubham had forced him to watch, he figured that Samidha was very expressive and was actually very likable.
And he knows himself way too well, he wouldn't be able to produce any expressions on his own which will be good.

So till he learns to actually address his own feelings and be public about them, he decided he should act like Samidha. And he didn't even have to worry about looking feminine, Samidha was already very masculine and he still had Shubham to copy.

And by the intensity of Lata Maa's laughter, he assumed that it was working. Because her face fucking sparkled when she laughed like that.

"You know, think of it as what colour would you like our house to be?"

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"Hello?"

"I've sent you four pictures. Choose one."