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Chapter 9: Jugglers

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Ayan and I have always loved the circus. It is our favourite place to be. Ayan loves the jugglers the most, he mimics them and it's hilarious. I enjoy every bit of the show. It's totally worth it.
Aman, the uptight one is a spoilt sport. He said clowns didn't excite him. I believe the only thing that doesn't excite him is - - having fun.

~ Aavya, after her visit to the Rambo circus.

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Juggling things was getting arduous for many people in the Raichand household these days. Everyone has turned into juggler, shuffling between a myriad of duties.

Aavya had been juggling with her emotions and dilemma, Ayan with work and again work, Aman with Kyle-Naomi's story and then there was Rose and Thea and then his father's dreadful coldness, he had a long list to deal with.

Like their kids, the parents weren't in a good shape either. Ahana was tormented by something and that something was sure as hell was about to bring a maelstrom, sooner or later. She prayed for never.

" Ahana! Where's my coffee?" Ansh shouted.

" The coffee won't make itself if you shout. Try harder honey..." She yelled back.

Ansh was worked up. Along with Aman's restaurants' deadline nearing and the investors eating his head up, he had his daughter coming up with new ideas for her own business every single day. He had no clue what was she up to. While he was still making a tough choice over a sky blue or a navy blue tie, she was back.

" Papa, I think opening a music school is the best idea. I play the piano..." He turned his head to look at her sympathetically.

" Yea... Like I used to play it. I can start again. My fingers are well versed. All they need is practicing." She blew air over them and Ansh sighed. He hated to break her heart.

Just then Ahana entered.

" Aavya, honey. I don't even remember the number at which today's proposition stands. What was it the last week... Yea, blogger and the week before that had something to do with hairstyling and movie direction...What's going on? "

" Mumma, you're not encouraging at all. I know my salon idea wasn't a hit one but this is gonna work. I know it will. " She was determined.

" Of course it will. Last time I checked, you played the piano when you were 13 and I remember you specifically asking me to throw it away because 'piano sucks and people who are failures and work in a restaurant play it'." She quoted her daughter.

Aavya grunted.

" That's because I was upset. I had lost a competition... " She was getting frantic.

" Honey, failures are never gonna stop. Who knows whether you'll give up this as well. So, why don't you do what you do best i.e. Dealing with people. Now suit up. You need to go to work." Ahana announced with a stern look.

" Arrghh... One of the many reasons why kids commit suicide these days. Parents don't support them. " She left.

" Aavya... " Ansh called but she was gone.

" She's 23, right? She knows that she's done with her graduation. I don't know what has gotten into her lately. She's adamant to do anything other than this. " Ahana said, sounding worried.

" She's never thrown such a kind of tantrum before. Before, it was all about being a businesswoman. But, I'm enjoying this one too. Let's have fun till it lasts. She's gonna come around. "Ansh patted Ahana on her shoulder giving her a cheek kiss and left.