The Unfinished Poetry √

Part Twenty Four

Thought of writing cause I got some peace of mind. Do feedback.

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Adway shoved uncomfortably on the sofa, while Amarendra settled himself quite comfortably before him.
Smiling.

Adway too glanced at him, and smiled.

"I never thought you would walk over to this place to meet me... "
Amarendra seemed very comfortable in starting the conversation.

" I mean, you are celebrated, at least in the fields of artistry. I too paint somewhat, and have seen your masterpiece. Brilliant job. "

And now Adway could deliver a genuine smile.
" Oh thank you. Really means a lot. "

" So are we having some drink? I guess, coffee would be fine. Or do you prefer alcohol? "

" Heck no! I mean, are you really asking me that? "

They both laughed, and Amarendra got up to make a drink. Adway stared at him, unable to believe that his past hardly burdened him as much as he believed it did!

Amarendra placed the tray before him and sat back. Adway shrugged and smiled and took up a glass.

" So, does this visit have a purpose? "

Adway stared at Amarendra after he threw what should have been the very first question, in a way not much thankful for asking him that though.

" I.... Really don't know why I'm here. "

Amarendra smiled wider.
" it's okay brother, we can have pegs together and talk of art. Doesn't matter much, anything. "

" Maybe. Today, I realized, life is the easiest mystery. The problem lies in the fact that we are afraid to solve it. "

Amarendra nodded in agreement.

" So, what are you by profession? " , Adway asked.

" A doctor. " , Amarendra poured some more drink in his glass. " Some more? " , he offered Adway who forwarded his glass as well.

" Wow. Serving mankind in every life. "

" I smell sarcasm. " , Amarendra kept smiling.

" I would rather die. " , Adway gulped in the bitter drink at a go.
" Well, I remember everything, if you care. "

" Oh I do, I care a lot. But you are lucky. You at least don't carry the name. I do that even. "
Amarendra leaned back on the sofa staring at the ceiling.

Adway laughed.
" This is dope! Two men sitting together, who used to be the biggest enemies hundreds of years back, now sympathising each other for their burdened pasts. "

Amarendra nodded in disagreement, still staring up.
"I was never your enemy Adway. "

"Bhalla maybe. That's what you should call me. " Adway added, " My tongue is craving for something salty. "

Amarendra jumped up, " oh yeah that's right! "

He brought a big jar of peanut from the kitchen.
" You are a plain and simple Adway Mathur to me. A man of my age who has every potential to be my friend. "