Chapter Twenty-Nine.

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"What happened uncle? Do you know him?"

"Come with me!" he said. And for some reason, I felt safe enough to walk with him to where ever he was going to take me. We walked up stairs, and two floors later, here I was standing in front of a door. There was no nameplate. I turned to him and he took out some keys and opened the door.

"Vivek lived here, with me. I am Ravi Pillai and Vivek lived with me for the past 3-6 months. This is my house, he was new to the city and needed a place to live. I was living alone and wanted a friend. Well, by looking at me, you can easily say I'm way older than Vivek. But, the bond we made in the last few months were amazing. But sadly.."

"Sadly what? Uncle, please tell me what is it?"

"A few week ago, he left. He didn't tell me why. When I came home from my usual evening walk, I saw his keys and the rent amount paid on the table. And never saw him again."

This hit me hard. I remember him telling me, he lived here all his life. Though he never talked about his family, I just assumed he didn't like talking about it much, but now, all that was a lie? I can almost hear my heart breaking inside me. I didn't say a word. I simply walked towards the room he gestured saying it was where Vivek stayed. As soon as I enter, I can almost sense him being here. I know this smell I say to myself, I take a deep breath in again. I sit on his bed, running my hand on the sheets as if it was Vivek's hair. A tear rolls down my cheek. 

"You can stay here for some time if you want." says Uncle as he left the house. 

I can not believe all this happening, everything from me leaving the house to nowhere, then randomly finding Vivek's place and now actually sitting in his room while the owner of the house, without even doubting leaves the whole place for a stranger to weep.

I look around, I stand up and walk towards the window, I see a playground, kids running all around, happily. And I look at myself, at the mirror close to it, and I see what looks like, sadness. A sad, gloomy mess, me.

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