The lyrics of Sham e gham ki Qasam dazzled the darkening sky, and the source remained a broken box. From the dusky corner of the hall it sang. My father's old radio, older than me perhaps, torn, refurbished, yet just the perfect requirement to set the mood. There were these gloomy days where he would look and sound happy but to let his soul scream, he would play a whole bunch of songs and this was the one I personally could hear on repeat for days.
Lyrics slowly faded the further away I went from the staircase, I preferred the terrace to sit and gaze at the moon, the real one, and hence I was here. But the thing was "What was I to admire today?". After a long heated argument with the sun, under the dark shadowing clouds had hid the moon or in simple words it was just cloudy. I like making things complicated.
I was up here for more than an hour, or not, its just hard to keep track of time when you are bored and every second that passes feels like eternity, while you burn in the fire of your own thoughts and crave for some water to extinguish your thirst and end up laying restlessly on the ground because there is nothing better to do with life. Anyways, I'll shut up it isn't like people would be reading my biography or-
My delusions had dissolved into a gasp which was lead out upon hearing the sound of footsteps approaching me.
"Suraj beta, what are you doing up here? Its scorching, I wouldn't want you to fall sick again" my mother sympathized breathing heavily from the climbing, as if she literally had just climbed the Mount Everest.
"I was to be looking at the moon, but unfortunately the clouds had other plans." I led out a sigh, attempting to get up from the floor. I learnt my clothes had turned a little wet from the damp floor of yesterdays rain.
My mother is what you would call the perfect depiction of beauty, grace and charm always perched on her face. Although she would at times wish for me to shut the blabbering but was the sweetest little soul that cared for me. Her pale face, which turned bright in the sunlight, and the sweetest smile that graced her face once I came home from school calmed my racing heart.
"So do you plan on enjoying yourself to some Shahi Paneer tonight?" she asked with a smirk knowing I'd be jumping up and down.
"Oh my god, I did had the fragrance of something special come up the stairs, what are we waiting for?"
I flew down a staircase while my mother paced slowly with a satisfactory smile on her face.
An hour had passed as I tossed and turned in my bed, I felt suffocated, it was hard to breathe and the moment I closed my eyes trying to sleep, weird and scary thoughts made themselves feel at home. I wanted to tell my parents but I did not plan on having to ruin their sleep as well, my eyes were drowning in drowsiness, but for some reason the eyes wont keep shut, so i sat up in attempts to write because someone had asked me to pen my heart if I were overthinking every bit of my life.
I squeezed my eyes tight,
Pretending like I was fine,
Tried calling for help,
But what led out was a Belve,
Eyes heavy, drowning in sleep,
Acting brave trying not to weep,
In this darkness, what is to act wise,
Oh why every time I close my eyes,
Memories prick my heart just a little too hard
It somehow worked magic, in another half of an hour I completely dozed off into my dreams, slowly, steadily, falling into an endless pit of darkness.
"Suraj? Suraj? You are getting late for school now." a voice spoke calmly.
"But I jost sleept" I mumbled in my sleep.
"Huh? What do you mean you just slept?"
"What time is it?"
"Beta its six in the morning, common up, get ready."
"Nooo.. not today, I couldn't sleep well last night." I grumbled
"But this shall be your last holiday of the week, because the same excuse wont work for you tomorrow."
I slept for another three hours before my mother lost temper and I had no other choice but to jump off of my bed.
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