Where there is wind, the trees sway.

Shabd

Akansha

I was in Jor Vihar that Sunday. It was sunny and I had dressed up in a very conservative outfit and was regretting it. I worked for an NGO called 'Shabd' on weekends.

Though work from my office was enough to keep me working throughout the week, I had managed to find time for this. I found a certain sense of satisfaction teaching them. I simply loved way their eyes would light up every time I started a new lesson.

It was also where I met Stacy. Stacy was a close friend and she had somehow made my monotonous life bearable. She worked as a journalist throughout the week and worked for 'Shabd' on weekends.

After waving goodbye to the last of the kids, I checked my watch. It was 4 pm. I had to leave. I had left my car at the service station and had to get it back before it closes.

"Why are you leaving this early? You always leave at 5." she pouted.

"I have to get my car before they close for the day." I replied.

"Did you get it scratched again?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Did you at least make the person pay for the damage?"

"I had to attend a meeting with the senior staff. I didn't have time to stand and talk."

"Arre! Didi, you're too soft. You should be a little bolder."

"I was busy."I shrugged.

"Was he cute?"She asked.

"My God! Why would anyone check out the person who scratched their car?!" I asked surprised.

"They don't let them off the hook either." she retorted.

Laughing, I made my way towards the gate. She followed me till there and repeated.

"Was he cute?"

"Yeah, whatever. Bye."

Satisfied with my answer, she waved goodbye until next Sunday.

I picked up my car and rode home. That day had been a long one. I had been narrating a story about a princess who rescued a prince she loved, when the shortest girl in class, Layla, asked me if I was married.

For a while it made me think about how it would be to do little things together and have those silly fights.

"Maybe I should start dating again." "Or maybe not." I thought as I made my way to my room. I didn't have the best memories when it came to dating and I certainly didn't want to make more. The same shallow guys, the same fear of being tied down and the same excuses.

Most of the time, they were not comfortable with me working in such a hectic job. I could tell. People are not that hard to read.

Different characters, different variations, but the same good old storyline. I didn't want to have a whole new episode of that. I sighed and got ready for bed.

When I came to think of it, he actually was kind of cute.

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