Coloured Me Grey (Book Two)

Chapter 13

"So is this going to be a regular thing from now?" I was surprised to find Divya invading my home again the next Friday once I returned from college.

"Shut up, fuckface," Divya muttered under her breath, feasting on an apple in my room. "I'm bored, okay? Manish is being a dickhead as usual, Rakesh Da has exams, even my mother has a ton of work at office." She sighed. "And Nisha seems least bothered about my existence."

If she is here for advice in her love story, LORDS HELP ME.

"We are your last resort then?"

"Sort of. Tuhina would probably kill me if she knew I was here."

That doesn't surprise me anymore.

She clapped her hands once she was done with the apple and spat the pits out of the window. Someone needed to teach this girl some basic manners and hygiene. "Zara told me you give her art and craft lessons on Fridays? Can I -"

For once, she looked unsure of what to say next.

"Yeah, whatever. As long as you behave yourself and don't curse in front of Zara, I don't care."

Divya let out a grunt in reply.

Zara bounded into my room with two sets of aprons in hand. She looked at Divya, "Are staying for clay modeling?"

"Absolutely!"

Zara jumped in delight. But she frowned when she realized, "But we don't have another spare apron."

"I won't need one, will be careful." She turned toward me with a glint in her eyes. "Come on now, let's get started, master."

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"Why does my dog ​​look like a piece of shit?"

Divya really sucked at working with clay. I had thought teaching Zara and Divya would be the same thing, but Divya was harder to teach. It might be for the fact that Zara had learnt how to shape apples, mangoes, vegetables, birds and peacocks out of clay previously while Divya was a total newbie, or because Divya generally sucked at everything creative.

"Even this ickle little six years old has a better dog than I do, Riyaaaaz," she whined exactly like Zara.

I finally burst out laughing at the turd shaped clay she was holding. "You might wanna learn the basics first."

"No shit, Sherlock. What kind of a teacher are you? Can't even adapt to your students' varying levels of expertise?"

"Let's start with an apple then, you noob."

After an hour of paying attention to her pile of clay, Divya finally finished what she was working on. 

"There you go, you made your first apple." I was low-key proud of her efforts even though it had taken her well over an hour to get the hang of it. She was fussy over each and every bit of the round surface of the apple. Every apple should have no dents. And of course she had clay all over her shirt, arms and face.

"Woah." Divya stared at it as if it was a precious diamond instead of a clay-apple. After another round of intense scrutiny, she added, "It looks like an apple for real! Wow! Leave it in a basket of fruits and I'll probably bite it before realizing that it's only clay."

I chuckled. Zara had reacted in the same way when she first learnt clay modeling.

"So, now I've got clay-modeling classes for free every Friday evening. NOT BORED ANYMORE!"

Zara clapped from the other end of the room. "All done!" She gently put down her clay dog ​​in front of us.

"Hm, looks better than Divya's. That's my sister!"