I live with your heart (literally)

Rapunzel reloaded...

We were walking side by side chasing the sun with our calculating steps, with the gentle air current soothing and smoothening my long straight hair.I looked like a sunsilk model with my boy friend out on a romantic date along the beach.BOYFRIEND seriously ,  what the hell are you thinking Sanyu.Blame my hormones and him being so breathtakingly hot.I am innocent most of the time, it is a rare occasion you see.We haven't  spoken any thing for the past hour and that is a first at least for Sanyu chatterbox Agarwal.I didn't  feel the need to talk as there was something extremely peaceful about the fact that I  was walking with him and it was strangely heart warming.I wish we would get locked in the  moment.I really need to keep a check on my love sick teen mode.

Can I  feel the waves? he asked me with his puppy eyes.

I didn't  know I came with a school kids to give away permission letters.

Miss Star please turn off you sarcastic arrow thrower as I can only feel through you and is going to get into you.

What do you mean..
The next thing I felt was the same mist thing inside me.

Now be a good girl and play in the waves.

I could feel his victorious smirk which I so badly wanted to wipe off with a punch .Not a good idea as it will probably go straight through making contact with his skull , ewww.

It was real fun jumping and running away from the waves which  I and him collectively concluded was nature's own luxury massage therapy.He giggled laughed and screamed with me while getting drenched in salt water from head to toe.I didn't  feel good about the fact that he gets to have all the fun with out the weird lingering touch of dirty sand on his feet.But I decided to set aside the sulking drama as I never had this much masti ever in my life.

So tell me dear ghost why are you so obsessed with the waves.I asked him as we resumed walking and please note the point that he was outside my body.

Waves are like family to me I share everything with them.I talk to them , scream at them , cuddle , kiss, fight and what not.I used to write messages on the sand and when the waves took them away I felt myself devoid of burdens.It is quite dramatic that the last thing I felt on this world was them rocking me to sleep, the last rhythm of my life.....
His eyes got widened and he turned silent.I think I was not supposed to hear that but I had a strange craving to hear the rest.
What happened ,you could tell me.I might understand...I stated hopefully after a good five minutes.

You are getting nothing from me. Fuck off..He snapped at me and  looked away.

I felt rejected but I was used to people hiding stuff from me considering me immature or less important to handle stuff.I still remember  how mom and dad  acted all lovey dovey masking their spite and dry relation from my innocence.

Well I am sorry.It is not a pretty story though despite of the obvious similarity  to tangled without the hair the magic and yeah the true love part.

I love tangled and I promise I wouldn't  be judgemental.Now shoot.

My mother is what you can call a corporate whore.....She slept around for jackpot deals,and is now  the  Queen of Indian economy.She had me when I assume she cunningly avoided protection.My father is the richest man in the world.I was her pawn to reach him,to manipulate him,and to get his assets.
He died when I was 7 and I was his only heir.She waited for me to turn 18 to claim what she always wanted,the power.The pathetic thing is that I never knew any of these amazing dramatic events, or plans.I wanted her love her time and always used to blame myself for not deserving her care.She kept me away in this place away from the prying eyes of the world which would point on her if I existed.I never complained as my whole life I was trying  to make her happy,to impress her so that she would atleast once call me her son ,sit with me for dinner or may be take me out for a walk.He was crying and I was in a trauma to find something in my dictionary to ease him of his burden.I was  suffocated by his pain by the way his eyes held no hope.

I had everything,best tutors,best gadgets and stacks of money in my card but I would have traded all these for some freedom.I wanted to go out to see the world but stopped myself every  time thinking  it would hurt her.I was all alone in this cottage with Ramu kaka.She came once every year to check on me.I used to look out of the window every day hoping she would come.I was a threat to her reputation but she told me she just  wanted  me safe and I believed her mistaking her selfishness as being over protective.She used me as a playing card to blackmail my dad into investing in all her endeavours. I never knew I had a dad and chose to keep mum as I assumed she would get upset.I was such a fool to try every single thing to get her attention.You know Sanyukta she  never told me that she loves me.On the day of my 18th birthday she came with some documents and a lawyer.I was out for a walk but I ran back home when I saw her car arrive.I heared her flaunting her great plan to the lawyer and she thanked the stupid genes that I inherited from my dad which made me a pathetic looser.In 18 years of my life I faced the biggest betrayal from my own mother and I never knew.On that day I lost my hope, my purpose and felt empty hollow and dead.I walked aimlessly and trust me I don't  really know how I turned to the waves to  get me solace.I walked into them taking my burden, the pain along with me to  nothingness.

He stared at the waves trying to find peace.His voice was dry and for the first time the way it was supposed to be lifeless but I couldn't bear the sudden depressed avatar of my ghostie. So I decided to break the ice dude you don't  need the waves any more you have me , your. ...... ....friend.

Where did you learn to curse though?

Huh?

Remember the 4 letter word starting with an f ending with a k with u and c in the middle which used on this poor little singer.

Ha ha ..
come on I didn't  live under  a rock.There is a six letter word M. O .V .I .E . S. He said matching my tone.

Oh my, such a dilapidated little princess I cooed which resulted in him running behind me chasing me across the beach and around the house.Exhausted by the little stunt and the laughs which followed we plopped onto his  sofa and dozed off as it was already too late to go back.INBW can ghosts sleep?