"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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Should I actually be here?
It's so late. Maybe around 8 o'clock and I'm standing beside Abhimanyu while he opens his apartment door. He lives on the fourth floor. And he's door number is four zero three but I notice there are just four doors on this floor. This apartment building is actually very small.
The good thing is mom hadn't called or texted me, neither Mr. Moore did... yet. That means they hadn't realized yet that I'm not there. I consider it as a good thing and also I hope Paras is okay. I'm a shitty elder brother, I know.
But there is no going back. I can't just come with Abhimanyu upto his door and tell him I changed my mind.
After Abhimanyu opens the door, he steps inside holding the door for me, although his hands are full of bags his carrying. I enter and murmured a little 'Thanks'.
He closed the door behind us and whispered a small 'Mention not' in my left ear, his chest touching my back, which makes me feel warm. This all gives me a fizzy feeling.
"Wait a sec, let me put this all in the kitchen then we can make something." He says going right to the kitchen.
I nod.
The first thing I realized is, his apartment smells like him. I started looking around his living room. The color on the walls are cream yellow. There is just a brown couch and a coffee table and a small flat screen T.V and a large Sony speaker. Also beside the couch, there is a book shelf. Almost full of books. I didn't thought he likes books too. We having something in common makes me feel good. And I wonder what else is common between both of us.
I could hear noises coming from the kitchen. What is he doing? I walk around the table to look at his shelf.
There might be more than fifty books here. It's a small and narrow shelf with just six rows in it. And I see the same book I told him about, when we were going in the water at the hill. We were making our own version of it and Abhimanyu acted like he never read the series. He knew after all.
"You know you can si... oh." I turn around. His head pops from the kitchen door until he fully appears, holding a kitchen towel.
"So, I see, you've read the book series which I told you, just today." I said more like a statement.
He have this sheepish smile on his face like he is busted. Oh, yes. You're Abhimanyu Sarthak.
"Yeah, right. I... I read it a long time ago. Well, I mean not very long."
"Not very long? you mean today? Because these are some thick books or you just purchased it when I told you"
"Not that, I'm a big fan of that series."
I gave him a look but he motions me to come inside the kitchen.
His kitchen isn't that big, like ours, but it does have enough space for two. The flooring is like the chess board pattern. Heh. Interesting. One long counter and one window above the sink. Also a door which, I guess, leads to the kitchen balcony or washing area.
