The Things That I Left Behind..

Chapter-20

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C h a p t e r - 20

"Guilt is to our spirit what pain is to our body"

~ David A. Bednar

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His eyes widen for a fraction of second.

He is unprepared of course.
How does one react when you reply that you are not okay?
He looks dejected on his own response and his eyes are downcast.
I turn away from him and look out as we fly away towards London.

After gruelling hours of inflight entertainment and extraordinary food,when the flight touches the runway,I sigh.

Here I come disaster.

After completing the formalities,Mr Malhotra rushes to stand next to me and informs,"Taxi is arriving."

My eyes widened and I spoke,"What happened to your luxurious cars?"

He scratched his neck and said,"My parents don't like the idea of luxury."

Oh.

I nodded and tapped my foot as we waited.

The airport was still busy.Just like last time.

I wrapped my coat around me as the cool air battled with the body warmth.

I heard Mr Malhotra say,"You know,I am ashamed of myself at times."

I look back at Mr Malhotra whose breath seems to be caught up either due to a memory or the cold weather.

I slyly comment,"What times?"

He looks nowhere but at his shoes.This action causes me to feel something familiar but what?

He only says,"At times when I remember my father."

It is the first time he talks about his personal life,so I stay silent.

His dark eyes looks distant as he says,"He was wonderful.He loved me,cared for me.Sometimes I wonder what did he do that he had to die?"

My breath is hitched as I watch unshed tears from his eyes.

This is so uncanny and weird.

Sharing personal details while waiting for a taxi at airport.

I wonder if its okay as my hand brushes his shoulder as a gesture that I am there.

He looks as if he has been broken out of some trance and he says,"My adopted parents and sister have been so good and kind that I will remain ever grateful to them."

I give him a small smile and speak nothing.

I hate moments like this when I am bounded by certain limits of myself.

Why am I speechless?Why am I not hugging him? Why do I feel like crying but still I say nothing?

The Taxi arrives and we adjust ourselves comfortably.