"When you have to go through EVERYTHING, to get that EVERYTHING."
It's so hard to be someone when you're confused about who or what you're. Tarun is never 'Who' he thought he would be. He has a secret which he is claimed of hiding from everyone. Nei...
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Shit. Shit. Shit. It's seven forty-five in the morning when I woke up. And Abhimanyu told me to meet at eight. And now I think I'm going to be late. I've to brush my teeth, I've to bath, I've to decide what to wear. Who goes on the first date in the morning? And this is not a date. I know or I think I know we like each other by now otherwise why would Abhimanyu want to hang out with me.
I'm doing everything in a rocket speed. I don't want to be late. I got out of the bathroom. I was going to slip inside because it got slippery due to the shampoo. I open my closet when my cell phone pings. A message. It might be Abhimanyu because no one is going to wake up early in the morning and text me.
I practically jump across from the bed and reach my phone. My hand gripping the phone is shaking. I accidentally typed my password wrong. Why I'm nervous. If I'm this much nervous just with a text, I hope, I hope today is going be better. Don't be nervous, Tarun.
I open the inbox. It's Abhimanyu. He said Good morning and sent me an address. The message says that 'will it be okay if you pick me up?'. I have to pick him up from his place. This is a date. It's either be that or I don't know. We don't know each other too well. And one of the reasons people go on a date when they like each other and want to know them. I want to know him. Because I don't know him that well. But somehow he seems to know a lot about me. How? I don't know.
I type my answer sending a "Yes." But I forgot to say good morning, saying it now might be weird. But why it's weird. That's what my mind says to me. I've to be fast. I got dressed. I wear a black T-shirt which has these flowers printed around the neck, connected with chains and denim Jeans.
I search for the address on the map because I don't know the address. I'm living in this city since I was born yet I don't know so many places around here. I never go out much. Home to school to home. And Fridays to the cafe and sometimes at Graham's or Mahima's home, beside that nothing much. After dad, we don't even go to hang out together. It's like we are not a family anymore. It doesn't feel like one now. The map says, his apartment is twenty minutes away, and it's Sunday which means not much traffic. I'll get there on time.
I open my door and walk to the kitchen. I wanted mom to not be there. But she is. Now, I can't leave the house without telling her. She turns to look at me when I opened the refrigerator, looking for nothing in particular.
She glances at the wall clock.
"You do realize it's Sunday." She said.
"Yes." I'm not looking at her. Randomly I picked a strawberry shake can. And closed the refrigerator. I don't feel like having breakfast, but I see mom hasn't prepared anything yet.
"You are not going to make breakfast?" I ask her.
"Don't you think it's too early for you to wake up for a Sunday morning?" I think. I also have to think of an excuse to give her. I'm not going to tell her about Abhimanyu and any plans.
