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Sharma house
The evening air hung thick with the smell of fried oil and resentment. In the small, house at the end of the lane,
Rohit Sharma sat quietly in the corner of the living room his room, technically, was just this corner and a broken suitcase under the broken shelf.
He had his degree clutched against his chest like it was a shield. The edges were frayed from being folded and unfolded too many times. Bachelor of Commerce, it read proudly
And His name Rohit gurunath Sharma, Bachelor of Commerce-was printed in neat, official letters, as if mocking him for believing it would change anything
But paper didn't feed you. And pride didn't pay rent
From the kitchen, he could hear the sound of metal clattering against the sink broke the stillness, followed by his aunt amala's sharp voice
"He's been sitting there all morning! Does he think the world will hand him a job on a silver plate?" She asked her husband
"I'm trying aunty I went to multiple interviews but everyone keeps rejecting me" Rohit cried out he really was trying and literally applying everywhere he could think of but everyone kept rejecting him as doesn't have experience
He needs a job to get experience but he never said it out being too kind And with companies that do accept without experience were big companies with expectations so high rohit never stood a chance
And that was it to let his uncle snap
"So this is it?" His uncle raghunath's voice cracked through the silence like a whip. "A piece of paper after all these years of me feeding you? What use is that? Can you eat it?"
Rohit looked up, startled, his throat tightening. "Chachu, I-I've been applying. I went too-"
"Applying?" raghu laughed bitterly cutting him off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You sit at that goddamn computer shop every day pretending to work. If you had any sense, you'd be earning instead of being a burden"
Then from the kitchen, his aunt chimed in without turning around
"Let him be, ji. He's always been useless. Even his parents knew it-why else would they leave him to us?"
That one hit harder than the rest Rohit's fingers trembled on the paper. He wanted to defend his parents, to say they didn't have a choice, but the words got stuck somewhere deep in his chest.
His uncle rose from the plastic chair, the legs scraping against the floor. "You think I don't have my own problems? You eat, you sleep, you use the light, the fan-all on my money. Enough is enough, Rohit."
Rohit blinked rapidly, trying not to cry. "Please, chachu, just a few more days-"
"No!" The shout was so loud it made the window panes rattle and rohit flinch "I've done my part rohit when my bhai and Bhabhi died instead of throwing you into a orphanage like i should have I took you in and raised you now Pack your things and get out. I don't care where you go. You wanted to be a man? Be one now." raghunandan said his voice filled with anger and irritation at rohit
