My spiritual Guru

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The art of mothering is to teach art of living to children.

Mohit

My head was messed up. More than worrying about ditching the dinner date last night, I was worried about Rutt not wanting me to come to the wedding. It was eating me inside.

Why would she do that?

Anyways I was not going to the wedding before and I was not going now.  But even since Arjun told me Rutt was getting married I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Why I am upset about Rutt getting married?

Or I am upset because she is getting married to Arjun?

Reason could be any but I was upset. And maybe it was quite evident from my face. One glance at my face and my mom knew I was upset even when she was busy checking her jewelry to match her sari for the sangeet function.

"What happened to you?" she asked, checking herself in the dressing mirror. "Acha, woh chhod...first tell me how I am looking?" she arched her brows.

"You look beautiful," I replied.

She smiled; she knew she looked good. "Thank you. Even I think the same." She said, graciously.

"So, why are you making a face as if someone has passed away? I am still alive." She added amusingly.

"It is nothing like that. It is just morning blues." I could only come up with that excuse.

She glanced at me and then focused back on her necklace. "Morning blues, huh?"

"Don't come to the  cocktail party tonight like this." She warned me. "It will look like you have come to somebody's funeral."

"Don't worry...I am not coming anyway."

She turned to me looked at me in surprise and her complete focus was on me for the first time. "And may I know the reason?"

"There is no such reason. I just don't want to go."

"Arey, what will I tell Simi?" she shooted at me. "And, from when did you become this boring person. Earlier you were like...always ready to go out, to go to parties, marriages and functions. In short, where ever there was crowd you wanted to be there. What has happened to you now?" My mom was suspicious that something was wrong.

I ran my hands through my hair and then rested my forehead on my palm. My mom came and sat beside me. She gently placed her hand on my head. "Tell me exactly what is the problem and we will try to sort it out." Her motherly touch made me feel better. I could have lied to her but I just couldn't. Even if I had lied to her she would have easily read my eyes.

Shall I come clean?

Shall I tell her about what Arjun told me?

Shall I tell her about Rutt?

My mind was a complete mess that moment. I knew I had to tell her something as my mood was affecting her mood too. You know mothers, they can't be happy unless you are happy.

"I don't want to go because of Rutt." I had decided to come clean. My mom's expression changed from sad to that of confusion. "You remember Rutt, my friend; she is the one Arjun is marrying," I said.

"Alright, Rutt. Is this the same girl?" she asked.

"Yes." I nodded as I said.

"Let me understand this. You don't want to go to the function because of Rutt. But, Mohit, there will be no Rutt tonight."

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