AT SHARP 4 p.m. I’m at Kikki's.
I hated the feeling I was getting by being at home. It's suffocating and it’s not supposed to be like this.
I don’t know if Mom has any idea about it or not, but she’s making tasteless food lately. All her enmities are seeping in the food she prepares. So, I’d rather eat at the café. She even starts pacing inside the house for no good reason. She cleans up the areas of the house which are already clean.
Today, when I returned home from school, Mom was inside my room, arranging my wardrobe. “God, Tarun, see how untidy your closet is…” She says, shaking her head in distress.
What was the big deal, just few clothes tumbled?
“Okay. I’ll do it at night before going to bed. I’ve got homework to do.”
“You can do that later.”
Huh?
“Mom, it’s homework!”
She snapped at me. “First, I want you to arrange this big mess you’ve created. I’m not going to do it for you anymore. You’ll have time to do your stupid homework later.”
This was the first time. Suddenly, homework and studying are stupid for her? I mean, what the hell. Truth to be told, Misha Joshi is in fact out of her mind.
She needs to see a therapist. Hell, I need one too. At least, my brother's normal… yet.
Then, she started dressing my bedsheet. And I didn’t stop her. Sometimes, seeing her at this stage stirs something inside me, a small part of me evaporates like water vapors. She needs someone. I need someone and we aren’t that someone for each other but we surely seem desperate.
Thankfully, Mr. Moore came home to drop back my brother, Paras. He saw her condition, got hold of her and retreated her to her room. Mr. Moore is the only aid for her now. Her kids aren’t enough to console her.
“Is Mom okay?” Paras asks me once they disappeared inside the room.
He look worried. Who wouldn’t be? Paras seems to be dealing with things differently. He spends his time playing video games or staying out with his friends. Whether on the playground or at someone's place. I don’t blame him. It’s not his fault.
Who’s fault is it, then?
I can’t even blame Dad for dying.
I turn my head to look at my little brother who is still in his school uniform, holding his bag. My brother resembles me as from when I was his age. Many people get confused seeing the pictures on the showcase. As we grew up, I became more like Dad and Paras like Mom.
“She's going to be alright,” I give him a tight smile. “Go change your school uniform.” He slips up from the couch towards the hallway, making his way to his room.
A deep sigh escaped my mouth. I’m mentally exhausted and need a year off.
I’VE BEEN WAITING here for the past ten minutes. I see no traces of my friends. I should call them but I’m sure they are on their way. I always try not to be late for anything. Because if I reach late and everyone is already there, I’d be the eye candy. People would watch me entering, walking, sitting at the table, that would be too many eyes at once.
Kikki's interior was perfect. The café isn’t that significant but it’s sufficient. The café has those white decorative amber lighting, a typical fall setting, a chocolate brown ceiling, pairs of coffee cups adoring the cream colored wall safeguarded with temperate glass doors and glass windows.
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