It started with an impulse

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What is an Impulse? Some say it is a tiny, annoying feeling that grabs hold of your scruff and pulls you down till it gets what it wants. Some others say that it is what you want so badly that you don't feel okay till it's done.

And the dictionary has a whole block of definitions dedicated just for it.

But you know what? For me, an impulse became the key to change my whole life, my entire system of beliefs, and perhaps even my already doomed fate.

It saved my ass from being stuck next to a man almost double my age and it also gave me a whole new drama, which I complained about all the time. Until I realized that it was quite the contrary.

It wasn't something that I should be nagging about, instead it was something that I had to cherish till the end of my existence; till I laid cold, six feet under.

My name is Rynah Raivardhan and this is my story. And every good story needs a beginning.

And, mine? It started with an impulse.

Starting from the very beginning, right when my days were numbered. Well, by days being numbered I meant my long awaited vacations that were finally coming to an end before the start of my new job. At that time, I neither had the surname Raivardhan attached to me nor had I ever even expected to end up having it as my surname. It was just plain, old Kundra, Rynah Kundra. I know, it sounded calm and boring. Well, it didn't matter at that time but what mattered more was my little leftover break before the office load started for me, the time where I would work like an 'actual' adult. The cherry on the top was the fact that I got a good enough post and not the usual desk worker job right at the beginning. After all, I had just graduated from IIT Hyderabad.

Before I continue with anything else, I need to inform you that I was weird. My brain was hardwired with a few screws or even the wires missing. It sometimes took my mind more than a mere second to function, rendering me to end up looking very stupid when that indeed wasn't the case. After all, I had enough IQ to work my way into an IIT, let me not get into details about how I managed to enter one of the most prestigious institutes in the country. It's altogether another story after getting into the IIT. So, in short, I was pretty intelligent, for me and my family's standards at least. And of course, even according to some of the recruiters who deemed me worthy.

Before my new phase of life started, I wanted to enjoy my time carefreely with my favorite cousins.

My head was partially out of the window, watching the posh mansions, standing tall and mighty over their fancy compounds, move passed slowly due to the speed that we were traveling at. I bet even a snail could overtake us at this speed.

The car literally, I meant literally moved at ten miles per hour, put my non-existing patience to test. And I think I recognized the house from around the corner. How wouldn't I when I had seen the same house three times by now as we had already gone past it just a few minutes ago?

Beside me, my baby sister, Ritika Kundra gaped at the driver incredulously, definitely wanting to choke him with her bare hands. While our mother, Niharika Kundra, stared at him, actually glared at him with her hands folded across her chest.

And of course, the driver perspired like a swine caught in a metal barrel under the sun, on a hot summer day. Gosh, it was indeed a hot day here. Mind my words, when I say hot, it is Hyderabadi hot.

He gulped as he looked at us through the rear view mirror from the corner of his eyes, then pretended to look around before looking back at us, like a great actor he was.

"Madum-ji, I not know. My Jee-Pee-Azz not showing what showing..." He informed us while wiping the drop of sweat that had rolled down from the side of his forehead with the back of his hand. His nervous tone and that peculiar English of his where he massacred the grammar, made the situation even more hilarious than it should have been, but I couldn't burst out laughing, not if I wanted to live. My mother had started to show the signs of her annoyance, and my irritated mom wasn't someone you would want to mess with. Until you would want to hang yourself that is for ever starting it.