DEAR BAVA: A Story Of Love, For The Story Of Life.

4. The start of something.

 Avantika Verma

Life is not a smooth butter to get a slip in the petals of a rose and have a happy life.

But dear, you are so stupid to understand that, life is not easy to grab a cake bite without any troubles.

Two months passed in a slow snail manner, teaching me many lessons for preparing sweet fruit which I didn't know when would be on my plate.

I lost fifty percent of my clients due to new people who entered the competition of building interiors making me give a shot cut on my spine.

Having nights turning into mornings with dark circles makes me look like a Hijra of Mumbai streets.

Sleepless nights, alcohol consumption, and food? ten percent in the stomach and the remaining ninety percent in the dustbin.

Kishore was scolding me for being spaced out and unable to focus on my work properly.

These days my sixth sense was striking that something disastrous was on the way to ruin my already stressed mind. It's like giving me a sleeping tablet bottle and having the full tablets and sleeping forever and ever.

That's what my present mind is requesting.

" Avantika? What is this? what I am hearing about you from the news and people?" Kishore interrogated me by throwing the newspaper in front of my desk making me glance at the headlines of 

' Is Avantika Verma kneeling her work for B Zenita Clinton', what a shame to increase the top of their company.

It's completely the same, only people are different from one place to another.

I was exhausted mentally, only mentally and physically. I took a few minutes to glance at the ugly headlines about me.

" Kishore, I don't have any more words to explain the things you are already seeing and it's a clear crystal that, yes. These days troubles are rising like a bull in the stock market. Tell me, what should I do?" asked him who could not understand me.

Before he could open his mouth to speak was only interrupted by my phone ringtone.

Looking at the caller ID has kind of made me, why Mitra is calling me.

did something happen?

did he get engaged to someone?

" Pick up the call Avantika, what's wrong with you " Kishore sounded irritated by listening to the continuous ringing of my phone.

Accepting the call before keeping it to my right ear to speak further.

" Hello?"

to my dismay, it was a crying sound at first. People say ' hello' but here she started with a crying sound.

" H..h..h..hello ak..akka...you have to come back to India" she cried out making me confused all of a sudden.

Why? Just why?

" Hahah..that's a nice joke for shopping, tell me the address I will send you the dresses and accessories, " I said being all clueless..like why she was still crying.

" I.i..I am not joking..you have to come to India, as soon as possible" She continued her weeping session, causing a small headache me.

"Mitra? what's wrong and why are you crying? is everything okay there?" 

" A..anna..it's very severe. Anna met with an accident, he is not at all okay.... doctors took him to the ICU. I am not able to understand anything, please come to India Akka..anna needs you.[pl..please...nee kaalu patukunta..please.."]   ( "pl..please...I beg you..please...")