The next day. In the evening. Shravan comes from the outside and sees everyone watching the TV together in the living room. They are watching an old series. Shravan sits on the couch.
Shravan: Guys!
Everyone: Busy seeing the series.
Shravan: (Loudly.) Guys!
Harsh: Yes, Dad.
Shravan: You guys need to hurry.
Vardan: For what?
Tara: This is a weekend day and I won't do anything hurriedly.
Akshar: Yeah. My son is sleeping too.
Tuhi: He didn't even touch your arms.
Akshar: Okay.
Gajraj: Is something wrong, Grandpa?
Shravan: Look! Only Gajraj cares about me.
Harsh: What's next?
Shravan: There is a wedding that will happen. They invited us. So, we should go. They were good neighbors of ours.
Akshar: Then the people who are above 40 years old can go to the wedding.
Harsh: (Hits Akshar's head.) You're indirectly telling us to go?
Akshar: Sorry.
Shravan: Let's get ready.
Tara: Are you serious?
Shravan: Do you want to get slapped and realize?
Gajraj: No. She is okay.
Everyone dresses beautifully and starts to go to their cars. Gajraj is looking at Tara who is looking fairy to him. Vardan is clicking pictures of him for social media while Harsh is driving and bearing the truth of life that is happening inside his car. In another car, Akshar is driving while Tuhi, Tushar, and Shravan are playing.
They reach the venue and get separated and they find someone to talk to. Only Gajraj and Tara are standing in a corner. Gajraj notices Tara is fixing her scarf repeatedly.
Are you okay?
No. This scar is too much. I mean I am wearing a jacket then why is this scarf needed?
It's okay.
Really?
Yeah. Just let it be. It will get adjusted on its own.
Okay. I want to sit somewhere.
Let's go. There is a couch.
There isn't any chair?
No. Hold my hand. You are likely to fall anytime.
Thank you. (Holds Gajraj's hand and sits on the couch.)
By the way, you look beautiful.
Really?
Yeah.
I know.
Okay.
How would you describe my beauty?
It's difficult.
What?
I find this green dress on you like the tree's leaf, seeing which makes me feel better. The golden earrings of yours remind me of the sunrise. They are beautifully adjusted on your ears. The deep green bangles make me remind of the wet leaf after rain. Your anklet reminds me of the noise of raindrops. Your not-so-dark green shadow eyes remind me of the tree that is shining in the moonlight.
YOU ARE READING
After 20 Years
FantasyLong ago, there were cities where people had special abilities, far beyond what normal humans could do. For many generations, they protected their world from evil, standing strong and unbeatable. But one terrible mistake changed everything. Someone...
