"We don't match. We have nothing in common. I can't keep up with you and I can't slow you down for me" I say and she watches us intensely and smiles.
"You didn't say anything to what I said," I say.
"Time has the answer for everything. Let's see wha...
Omar Ali khan. That's me. That's it. Nothing else. I don't have much to say about me. I am a introvert. I keep it to myself. No one knows me like my mother does. She is the only one who can hear what my eyes speak. I have only one bad habit which is my anger. I lose control of my anger very easily. I have punched all of my brothers atleast few times and almost punched my dad. That was a mistake. My dad came from behind and I thought it was one of my brothers. Ofcourse, after that I started working on my anger. But I can see everyone is afraid of me. I try to show that it doesn't effect me but it does. I mean no one talks to me and keeps their distance from me.
I have a very large Indian family and I think my family singularly contributed to the population of India. I mean my parents have 7 sons including me. I am the eldest. My mom comes from a family of 3 sisters and 4 brothers. My dad is the eldest of 4 brothers and 1 sister. And let's not count their children and grandchildren. Please don't make me do it.
You may be thinking I have too large of a family so I must be surrounded by people all the time. Yes and no. I avoid every single one of them. Including my brothers. I wasn't always like that. I liked attending wedding and family functions which were a every weekend event. I don't remember a weekend we didn't have a function. What changed? I changed.
My dad's side of the family was not always rich. My grandpa believed in education and taught my dad and his siblings to study and be self made. That was the only inheritance my grandpa gave his children. Education. Everyone worked hard and are well settled in their lives. My dad didn't want to work under anyone so, he opened a shop for sports items. We were struggling as the money only came home when the goods sold in the shop.
My mom was from a rich family but she never showed off her money to my dad and stood by him in all the ups and down in his life. My dad loves her and both of them bought us up with a humble lifestyle. After I had just completed my 10th board exams, my father had a minor brain strock. He was paralyzed for few seconds and recovered quiet easily as he was an active person and was young. But I could see that he was working hard. So, I decided to join him in the shop and not go to college. My father didn't agree to it. And we finally settled in me taking night classes. I saw to it that my brothers didn't leave their studies.
I didn't have friends. I just got uncomfortable with people around me. I am closest to the my youngest brother, Adil. He is 9 years younger than me but is the most fun to hang out with. My other brothers are fun too. They tell me everything and I listen. Yes, that's all I do. I only listen. I don't talk much. I don't sit down and talk to anyone about my feelings but I write. I write shayaris. Shayaris are Urdu poems. Short but have deep meanings. Writing is the only way I can express myself.
When I was 20 I used to love to go to my mom's side of family functions. Why? Because I wanted to meet Husna. I always used to watch her and she would watch me from a distance. I think she may be a year or two younger than me. Neither of us ever approached eachother for a whole year. After a year she talked to me for the first time. She was the sweetest girl in the world. I didn't have time most of the time to talk to her. But , we texted eachother and sometimes spoke on the phone. I really really liked her. It had only been few months that we were speaking to eachother that it was her birthday. I had bought a beautiful finger ring for her and gave it to her.
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