HIS SHADES OF LIFE

Chapter 23

Way to India.

DO VOTE FOLLOW AND COMMENT.

Meaning of the quotes in picture☝️:

Don't you come in talks of 'time',
It once said me too that 'I am yours'...

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Shahnoor's POV:-

"ok, ok, everything is loaded, right?" Baba asked.

"Yes baba, ammi is locking the house." Abdullah answered.

I was standing near the taxi.Today we are departing to India, everything is done.I was feeling depressed, maybe I'll miss my friends.We are having our winter vacations right now.But I should feel happy right?I will meet farah and her fiancee.

Huh!I don't want to go!Maybe I am sounding crazy but I Just want to stay here.But I know Mr & Mrs.khan won't let me stay here and about farah, she said she need me there.So I can't be selfish just for myself.

"Shahnoor!What happened?" Ammi asked while shaking my shoulder I must be space out.

"Huh...N-nothing."I said sighing.

"Is everything okay beta?" She asked me.

"Yes ammi, I am fine just feeling little upset while leaving the house." I Said in an upset tone.

"Don't worry baccha we'll be back here in a month." Ammi said and I snapped my eyes at her.

"Ammi don't call me that." I said furrowing eyebrows.

"What?" She asked confusingly.

" I mean don't call me baccha, its feel like I am a small kid." I said not making her suspicious.
This word reminds me of Him and I don't want to remember him in anyway.

"Okay, Now lets go your baba will get angry." She said and I nodded.

We sat in the car and our journey started towards India.I closed my eyes and silently prayed,

'Ya Allah, let everything go smoothly and happily.'

"Ameen" I whispered.

~Jaipur, India.~

It almost took 10 hours for us to reach here.We took taxi and loaded our luggage.My heart is beating a little faster, Allah knows why?uffff...

Our taxi halted in front of the house.My eyes landed on our old house which was now decorated with flowers and lights, It was repainted with bright colours.But all those old memories came rushing back in my mind.Me and farah spend our childhood here with our grandfather, I can't forget anything.

I got out of the car. Baba and Abdullah took out our luggages. My eyes darted on the mango tree that me, farah and baaji (grandpa) has planted together.
Baaji used to sit on his chair near the small plant, me and farah used to water it together. Baaji says that he will pluck the sweet mangoes from the tree that will grow soon for us. The tree has became tall and wide, the sweet mangoes are visible hiding in its orange yellow leaves, as it autumn soon.