"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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I park my car on our driveway. All the way home from Abhimanyu's apartment I thought about what he said to me. To cease the storm inside your head. Why did he said that? So he thinks I've a storm inside my head? What does that even mean. He thinks that I've a mental condition that's why he is doing all this, suddenly talking to me, want to go on a date with me, telling me 'I want to taste those lips' and then kissing me and after few seconds acting strange then again normal like nothing happened. Maybe he is trying to fix me. I'm a thing to be fixed? What's wrong with him? Maybe he came to know about my dad and now he is somehow feeling pity about it.
Or maybe I'm assuming all this. Abhimanyu is nothing like that. These all are the false thoughts.
All this time I'm sitting inside my car and looking straight. Our neighbor, Mrs. Thakare is watering her front yard. She really does have a beautiful front yard. I turn my head to look at our house... dry. Dead plants. Even the grass is now dead brown.
I open my car door and lock it. I'll water the plants and then we would have flowers like Mrs. Thakare. I look at her again and this time she looks at me too and gives me her sweet smile. I wave at her, not wanting to stop.
"Tarun, how is your mom?" She asks. Why she is even asking about it? If she really did cared that much about mom and any of us, she would have visited us and asked my mom herself. After all she doesn't live that far, just few feets away and she is not even that old, in her fifties but she is living alone for past thirteen years as a window. Her son, Dhruv, comes to meet her only when he has holidays. He is in Bangalore pursuing engineering. Dhruv and I know each other since when I was a kid. He is four years older than me, which makes him two years older than Abhimanyu. Why the hell I'm thinking this?
"She is doing fine, Mrs. Thakare." I say.
"I'll come to your house with Dhruv. He is coming home next week." What? Dhruv is coming? I didn't know about that. We haven't talked much in past two months, because he knows I don't like to talk much on call. The last time I met him was almost 5 months ago, when dad was alive and everything was normal.
I'm not in a mood of talking right now, so before she ask me something else, I reach my door but because I could knock on it, the door flew open itself, as Paras appears in front of me.
"Oh, you are home." He exclaims.
"Yeah." I say, and checks out his outfit. He had put on his favourite— Don't mess with me—written on his T-shirt with pants and he had his hair combed. He never combs his hair not even when he have to go to school.
I raise an eye brow at him.
"Where are you going?" I sound like my mom.
"To my friend's house." He is saying in a very subtle way.
