" I slept with him...." Came her innocent voice.
" No, she is lying." Screamed Vihaan.
" Stop lying, tell them we were just in one room and nothing else happened. My character is dependent on your truth Miss. Please don't lie." Vihaan warned calmly...
I am new here. The streets screamed luxury but my pockets had no money. I barely got a room with the help of an ally. I am scared of seeing people smoking and partying at such a young age. I put my luggage in my small room which could barely be called one. Who would give a room here for 50 pounds?
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It was filled with dirt and looked murky. I kept my luggage on the old antique table and searched for the washroom. It looked unused for a long and there was this pungent smell coming from the water closet.
I filled the water bucket with the water and took the old mop whose threads looked ready to rip off if used. My eyes were swirled with tears as I held the mop and broom. It was not what I dreamt of when I was a kid. I'm not the kid who was surrounded by the luxuries of the Palace but living in a room that's small and dingy.
I dusted the place and got to look at the faded wallpapers that were peeling from the walls. It was clean to some extent and I sighed looking around the cramped space only to realise that it would be my home for the unseen future, I don't know for how long.
A feeling of overwhelm and frustration overtook me as I swiped the mop across the floor and the threads came off. The dark brown water echoed the history of the place which was unused. I dumped the murky water in the shit pot and the stinky smell evoked making me close my nose.
I moved back and closed the washroom door. I'm nauseous. I sat on the old sofa and gulped back my tears. I had come to this unknown place with dreams of academic success and new beginnings, only to be confronted with the harsh reality of my financial limitations.
The weight of the circumstances pressed me down on him like a heavy burden, leaving me feeling helpless and alone in a city bustling with unfamiliar faces. I arranged my clothes neatly and found the path to the terrace. The sky was starry with a few bright stars here and there. And I love stars.
I've heard that they show the path where people are in the wrong direction, but is it true? Will it show me the right path if I ever go wrong? Will I get to see my destination?
As the days passed, it became harder for me, as I had lived off weeks with just bread and water. My surroundings and my conditions were never ideal, but I had to live right, in the hope of making my parents proud. And my Aunt and Uncle too.
I went to college and got to interact with many, but there was not even a single person who came forward to help me. I smiled amid those situations. You have a lot to get through Vihaan and this is just the beginning. This was what I kept telling myself.
I walked to the local restaurant and met the chef asking if there was any work that I could do. I was scared that I might die of hunger if I had no job here. And when I heard that an Indian is an Indian's worst enemy, it was not wrong. I was reported to the administration for seeking a job. I was on the verge of suspension.
