˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚
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तेरे लिए, झूमूँ दीवाना बन के तेरे लिए,
वादा है मेरा, मैं हूँ तेरे लिए, हो ना कभी तू जुदा।
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A yawn escaped through my mouth as I got out of my bed. These past few weeks have been tiring yet so dreamy. I spend most of my time writing, baking and spending time with my family and him Ofcourse.
I have also got close with my brother. To be honest, I don't think I was ever that detached with him. Maybe, that connection was just hidden away by the complexities in our lives. It wasn't lost.
I now talk to my brother without thinking much. Our conversations now don't include the topics I used to run away from. They contain all sorts of things which i couldn't talk about before and I couldn't be more happier.
He also started taking some time out for himself, he manages to come home a little early now. He's smiling more often. As we all sit down for a cup of tea every evening, our faces gleem with happiness and just in that split moment, we realize that how much we've missed this. This family time.
I'm so happy that everything is fine now.
I glanced at my untidy desk and smiled, There laid all my drafts. I was going through one last night, the one I'm supposed to hand out to the publisher.
Yeah, the publisher. Ever since my brother and I had that conversation, I kept thinking about this. His words rang into my head continously and I realized, I was one real fool. I was giving up on my dreams so easily.
The longing I witnessed in my brother's voice I heard gave me chills and I couldn't help but think about, what if after 5 years? 10 years? I regret my choices too. Even though, I know my brother says he doesn't regret helping dad out but i wonder, would I truly enjoy it? Would I even feel alive?
With all these thoughts swirling inside my mind, I found myself sitting on my chair again and sending an email to the publisher. That I was ready.
A day later, their response came and they were thrilled to have me back. Even though I'm grateful, I just don't understand how considerate they are! Even after backing away multiple times, they always welcomed me with the same enthusiasm. Everything is surreal.
After completing my routine, I went downstairs and as I made my way to the living room, I heard hearty laughters.
Oh! Were we expecting some guests?
I slowly walked into the room to see who it was and,
"Meera!" I almost screamed in excitement making mumma and her look at me.
Meera jumped at her place and we quickly ran towards each other,
"Amaya! I'm so happy to see you again!" She exclaimed,
"So am I! Why did you not tell me that you were coming over? And god, why do you never see my texts? Do you know how worried I get?" I questioned her immediately but my heart felt so full to see her again, that I was afraid it might burst!
