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My hairs damp on my shoulders with a few droplets of water sliding down my back and weting a small portion of my velvet brown blouse. I walked out of the bathroom, pulling out a towel along with me from the closet room. My eyes roamed around the whole space searching for my husband but there was no sign of him. The laptop along with the pieces of papers lay on the small table properly.
Just like him. Neat and tide.
I couldn't help but sighed heading towards my vanity table. My hands moved along with the towel moving on the length of my hairs. Picking up the drier I started drying my hair.
I looked at myself on the mirror. The dryer blew in full speed. A few strands of hairs moving along the blowing air. Suddenly, the events from the past night pass threw my mind making my heart clench.
Meeting my father was something, I really didn't planned. When he arrived at first, I just passed him a soft smile and a small hug. That's what we had been doing all these years. But sitting beside me under the bare sky in between the darkness, I saw something in his eyes. I do not know what it was, because at that moment I was so deep in my own swirl pool of emotions that I had already lost my ability to thing. But now when I think about those heavy eyes, I remember that something different was there, that I couldn't figure out.
The distance had only increase, putting us both into a heavy bothering silence within our every encounter. Everytime,I looked at him,unwillingly I could feel my heart in a empty space with only two emotions, anger and longing.
Even when I knew things couldn't go back to the same between us yet a small...a very small hope flicker every time in heart when he look at me with those warm eyes. A part of me wanted to make everything right but the question is how?
How to make it right when I don't even know where did it went wrong? When I didn't even knew who was that fault?
Yes, a part of me blamed him for keeping his daughter away. Maybe it still does but yet in a corner of my heart I know nobody could love me the way he does. Vikram Singhania could hate everyone but his daughter and I know it. I wished he could have either hate me or love me. At least I could have gotten a conclusion for myself.
How much I wished to moved back to time and get my mother back. Maybe only she could have made things better.
I startled realising that my hair had long dried and it was just a waste of electricity. I turned off the drier. A faint smile played on my lips with the know heaviness in my heart.
"Don't think about it! "I muttered to my reflection and tried my best to stretch a smile on my lips.
Well, I shouldn't be wasting time remembering the old bitter things because I really have a lot in my plate to do. Geetha Raichand aka Dadi will leave not a single chance to complain if I get too late.
