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"Too many thoughts for one brain, too many anxieties for one heart..................."
The moon cast a silvery glow over the common balcony, where Vatsal and Vishal stood, leaning against the railing. The night was still, with only the occasional rustle of leaves breaking the silence. Vishal had just finished his work call and now turned his attention to his younger brother.
“You got quite late,” Vishal remarked, his tone neutral but carrying a hint of concern. “Though Dad didn’t say anything, his annoyance was hard to miss.”
Vatsal shook his head slightly, as if the news didn’t surprise him. “I kind of purposely came late to avoid any interaction with him. I already had a quite eventful day.”
Vishal sighed, understanding the tension that always seemed to hover between Vatsal and their father. “If Dad says anything in the morning, just hear him out. Cross-questioning won’t be favourable.”
Vatsal frowned, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “So that means, in the fear of that, I should forever be a coward?”
Vishal shook his head. “In front of parents, if one doesn’t question much, that doesn’t mean he’s a coward. That’s called honoring.”
Vatsal laughed hollowly, a bitter edge to his voice. “Honoring, wow!”
Seeing the sour expression on Vatsal’s face, Vishal placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Everything will be fine. Don’t be like this now.”
Vatsal shrugged off Vishal’s hand, his voice sharp. “I can’t be like you. Neither do I want to be like you.”
The talk went on till late at night, their conversation oscillating between moments of heated exchanges and quiet reflections. Eventually, Vatsal felt the exhaustion of the day catch up with him. He bid his brother goodnight and returned to his room.
As he entered, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. The room was familiar, yet it felt different. He was used to seeing it disarranged, a kind of empty playground that reflected his chaotic mind. But now, it was neatly arranged and occupied. Shubhita had made it her own, and the presence of her belongings subtly marked her territory.
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