Nomads

Chapter 2, Pt 2- Eruption

It was a cold but sunny January morning. The bright light of the sun pierced his eyes, making him squint, but he could care less as he accelerated more, partly wanting to crash somewhere at speed, but somehow holding himself back, hoping that it would be right, right once he ran away. Heaviness grew on him, heaviness beyond what he could take. His head felt stiff, his chest felt heavy, his throat felt choked, his eyes grew wet. This tangled pain of metal and physical emotions was the only thing that he could not suppress, no matter how hard he tried. He had learnt to cast emotions away; but this was something he could not bear. He wanted to break away, to claim what was his, the peace that was lost, the happiness that was buried somewhere he didnt know. He wanted to be alone. Solitude, is what he wanted to breathe.

The road led him through the outskirts of CDA area. The scooter kept cruising, his tears kept flowing, in rhythm with his thoughts of the past, he felt like the world expected too much of him, everything that he did wasnt enough, not for his parents, not for his friends, not for his love. It had been going on like this for six years now. He wanted to break the chain, the chain that divided what was right and wrong in the eyes of others. He wanted to live for himself. If he had the money then, he would have ridden away on his scooter to a distant land, but he knew that it wasnt that easy.

He accelerated again, deeply calling for Sikkim from within, wishing he could go there again; just once. Maybe to end the suffering peacefully. Rarely did he make any promises, but this one promise that he had made to that place, that he would go there again soon. Just one promise that he needed to keep.

He took a deep breath and slowly applied the brakes as his scooter came to a halt. Nasr had learned to do something that not many people could do; he had learned to turn his depression into determination. It was a quick process of channeling his thoughts simultaneously through a tunnel of frustration, turning his sad thoughts into anger and then quickly thinking of solutions and convincing himself that the solutions would work before that anger could turn into rage.

He stopped the music and tuned into his metal playlist, almost everything of his runaway was planned. All he needed was to wait, to be a little more patient. He turned his scooter around and headed back. He had regained his calm and composure by the time he reached his house.

He rang the doorbell and was welcomed by a maid that worked in his house; he went upstairs looking for his mother. Mom? Mom! he called out as he went to his parents room looking for her. He found her resting on the bed, she turned away as soon as she saw him.

"Mom? he asked softly, What happened?"

Getting no response from her, he sat down beside her and repeated his question.

"What happened, you ask? she said angrily, dont you remember the way you talked to me?"

"Mom, dont you remember what all you said, you always take small matters too far. You always try to remind me how worthless I am. Am I not even supposed to get upset?" he said in a pathetic voice.

"No! You shouldnt even raise your eyebrows and talk to your mother!" She shouted with big eyes.

"Okay", he said disappointed as he got up. He went to his room where his birds started chirping loudly as they saw him. He changed their water and got dressed for his college.

He was heading back downstairs when his mother called out to him and starting nagging him about his outfit. He ignored it and took off on his scooter to his college.