Finding Her

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Karan died when I was fourteen years old, when he, without thinking, took his own life. As I told you, my life, has always been full of unexpected things. But this was the worst of all.

This felt like someone took out my soul, all they left behind was this body of mine.

Karan and I were like any other sibling. We fought a lot, but the love we shared was something which made me happy, very happy.
We would either die, or kill for each other.

But then, he died.

I had been going to therapies and what not after his death, and finally, after three years, I felt like this was the thing I could live with. A thing which would be buried deep inside my heart and no one will ever get to know about it. No one has to know about it.

That's why, when the next day of school came, I thought of calling in sick. But if I did, my mom would get to know that something is wrong because obviously, I am not sick, and I don't want mom to know what happened yesterday.

So, all I do is swallow the lump in my throat and walk into my class.

All my fear and uncomfortableness left my body when I saw a girl sitting on the seat where 'the boy' was sitting yesterday and there is no one around her. No one, specifically that boy.

I walk to the bench and sit beside the girl.

I had made my mind to talk to her first but before I could have, she spoke.

"Hi!" She said in a chirpy voice, "I'm Tanya!"

She extends her hand and I shake it, smiling I say, "Kyra."

She has a narrow, oblong face with high, angular cheek bones. Her eyes are dark wide, sitting between her perfectly shaped eyebrows. She has a very firm handshake, which is very suited to her confident personality, and right now, she's telling me everything about herself.

"I have been here since oh my god! So many years. I think it was first standard when I joined this school, and since then I'm stuck here, one of the reason why I know almost every one of my age, you know. I've seen them change in all these years, drastically."

She kind of gets distant after saying that, her hands folded and her eyes staring at the ceiling fan of the class, and then she suddenly comes out of her day dreaming.

"Oh forget about it! You tell me, I've been blabbering about myself the whole time. Tell me about yourself." She says with a big smile.

"I told the whole class already. I'm from Shimla an-" "Oh not that! Tell me the real you, Kyra. Your interests, your favourite singer, song etcetera etcetera." She wiggles her eyebrows at me and I chuckle.

"Okay. I like sketching, reading," I pause to think, "oh yeah, I like mountains a lot. I like climbing them."

"Oh, you like trekking?"

"No, I mean yeah but, it's not real trekking. I just like to walk around."

"It's kind of trekking!" She says with a duh tone and I just look down, smiling.

"Okay." I say.
No, it's not trekking. And I won the argument in my head, "That's it I guess."

"You don't listen to songs?" She asks.

"Oh, I do, I love listening to songs. I kind of like all kind of music."

"Give me a favourite so I can judge you!"

I laugh at that and I think of something she will know, or everyone will know.

"Ed Sheeran, OneRepublic, Coldplay, Taylor Swift, Hailee Steinfeld oh and Arijit and all the Bollywood singers except rappers."