Nitya
When finally I regained all the attention back of everyone present on the dinning table. I felt a quite nervousness.
"Did I do something? "I thought
"NOOOO!!!, I didn't"
After fighting with all my question I heard papa laughing and saying "What are you been thinking niya?". "Nothing papa, I was just counting how many days are left so to throw a small party for my friends as I won't be able to meet them anytime soon after I leave from here" I replied
"So you must invite them soon, we aren't left with much days." He said after taking a sip of water
"It's okay dad there's still enough days left."
"Niya did you packed all your stuffs and everything?" asked my mom
"No mumma, not yet !!" I said sighingly
"So when are you planning to? Don't you remember we have to sent all our stuffs by tomorrow evening?" asked my mother
wait what when are we leaving? why are the stuffs being send tomorrow? what's happening?
"Why mumma why do we are we shipping our stuffs tomorrow?" I asked blankly
"Because we are leaving in 2 days stupid." replied my brother hitting on my forehead
"Whattttt????" I shouted in confusion choking the water as I didn't knew anything and due to which veer bhaiya started chuckling
"Didn't you knew we are leaving in 2 days niya?"My mom asked me
"Aaa..actually I just fo...forgot about it."I repled
"No issues now start packing your bag packs and do it as soon as possible." papa replied
After remembering this I didn't have any word to say and so I remained quite and so were the other members. "To be honest I was very excited to go to Pune as I haven't been there and even I wanted to know about the studies and environment over there but there were few things about which I have been worried for a while now, just like its my first time going over there and I know there's a first time for everything but will I be able to adjust over there and that too alone? will everything over there would be nice?" I kept thinking while everyone were leaving for their respective rooms.
"Okay so I need to packup with my things and I don't have to be worry about it anymore." I said to myself leaving a sigh while I was walking upstairs to my room.
I kept packing most of my stuffs. I kept segregating things one which I was taking with me and the other which was supposed to be sent tomorrow. I went through all the stuffs which was in my sweet room. In one of my drawer near my bed I found a box which seemed untouched for a long while now. I quickly took out box and cleaned it and then I remember there were few letters my brother wrote for me whenever we used to play letter-letter game. Sometimes I used to be the postbox and he used to write letters for me and then he used to post those letters in my bag and then he would become the postman and deliver the letters to me and while sometimes it used to be the opposite. Ohh...those days and along with those letters I even found some photos that we took. Most of the photos were hanging on my wall but some of them were also kept in this box. I kept looking at those photos. Ohh.. he was so cute back then, and now he got too busy with his work. I then took out one of the letters. and started reading them.
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Dil Besabar (On Hold)
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