HAMZA
"Nijju what did your Baba do?" My Nani questioned, as soon as I entered the house.
She is watching Tv, i didn't answer anything and as I was walking to my room, "Did you had your Lunch?" She ask.
I just shook my head negatively and walked towards my room, and i switched on the lights, it looks same like how i left.
My paint brushes scattered around, i knocked them off accidentally in the morning, a chair full of my unwashed clothes dumped on it.
My computer and laptop cables tangled with the extension box wires.
The unwashed coffee cup from the morning, everything looks the same, ofcourse it's just five hours since I left,
But for me it feels like ages, like i went to a war in my teens with zero sense of the world and carefree attitude, who thought there's nothing to lose and returned back as an adult, who lost himself in the war, dead from inside.
I removed the fucking shirt from my body,and threw it on the chair.
I removed my phone and wallet and the stupid chocolate from my pant pocket and placed them on the nightstand.
I just lay down on the bed facing the celling, the white colour of it looked baren, i looked to my left the long black curtains which are blocking the light, and I can't help to look at straight ahead of me, the charcoal grey walls and graphite Colour sheet I'm tangled in looks suffocating for the first time.
I don't know what my fourteen year old self thought, about the colours, explaining to the desinger six years ago.
And I don't know how i drifted into sleep, because my Nani snatched my sleeping pills from me on that day.
I woke up, when someone was knocking on my door, "Nijju atleast have your dinner..you shouldn't sleep with an empty stomach!!" My Nani called from the other end of the door.
I just stayed silent,"God I can't with you anymore...let Sohail come and ask what the hell happened to you by himself!" She yelled with annoyance.
I can hear her footsteps fading away, i walked to the Tv and turned it on... it's probably the first time I'm seeing something on it, from the past few years.
I scrolled a lot, but can't find anything good, like something interesting and nostalgic at the same point.
So i started watching GOT from the start, i just binged it till the 8th episode, I have to stop for a minute because, i need some water..i didn't had a single drop since the morning.
I walked towards my closet, in search of tshirt..I took a grey one and slipped into it.
My throat is burning due to the dryness, I'm descending down the stairs and looked at my Nani's room, she's probably asleep.
I looked at the clock, it's 2:27 in the morning, so no one is awake.
I quickly turned on the kitchen light,and opened the left side of the pantry cupboard,and my gaze landed on the wheat rusk.
Hania loves it with coffee... I've seen her having it many times during our online study sessions!
So what? I don't have to remember every fucking thing about her!
I opened the right side of the cabinet and found chicken ramen..i stared at the packet for a while taking a deep breath and i closed the door.
"You know I make the best ramen!" I announced proudly.
Hania just shook her head "I'll decide that.. and what's even there to do? Add a Cup of water, boil it add the seasonings that's it!" She shrugged.
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