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Chapter - 31 - Nostalgia

I returned back after properly putting back each and every strand of my hair straight. After, finally using my hands to make it look formal and eventually, fixing my hair back in place, I walked back towards the huge hall-like classroom and shot a look up to find Ishaan. As soon as, I looked up he waved at me and I began my journey to reach up, to what felt like climbing a mountain. On reaching up, I was actually happy that he saved a seat for me, I mean he was supposed to, you know? But, I was still glad; he saved a seat for me. At the same time, I was so pissed off, why did he actually have to sit so far away? Anyways, I didn't mention it to him. We studied there for three hours, honestly it felt like eternities. I really didn't know why? Because mostly I am all active for studying and specially the smell of the bricks here, and moreover, the ambience influences me to work more each day towards my dreams. But, today I think it is also because, right now, currently, even after 'three hours', I am still wet and I feel hell uncomfortable. I finally decided to bid Ishaan 'goodbye' and race to my apartment, so that I could change into something that was dry. Yes really!! Don't laugh you people. You know the pain of wearing something wet and how it irritates, for we have all experienced it once in our lives. And, I believe it was dead my mistake to stand there like stupids in the rain and keep staring at everything around. I think, it was a feeble 'mood swing'. I know it does sound dramatic, but honestly, I was hell, home sick. I wanted to play my guitar to my mom; I wanted to eat my dad's raw food, just because mom and I thought he was damn poor at cooking. I wanted to spend time with Rohan, Kritika and Darsh. I wanted to be with them. I wanted to stop seeing same faces everyday. I wanted to get out of this place, this was an amazing place and I loved London, but I needed to get away. I was suffocating, staying away from everyone and after all I was a scorpion, I mean my Zodiac sign was 'Scorpion' and we scorpions hate staying away from our loved ones. I wanted to inhale the same scent of mom's perfume, I wanted to cuddle up with dad, in short I missed home and I wanted to be back there. I wanted, no, I absolutely, needed a 'vacation' and for me that extreme escape was 'Home Sweet Home'. I needed to get back home. Period.

I reached my apartment and as I unlocked the door and stepped in, I dumped my bag on the ground and broke down against the door. "I miss mom, I miss dad, I miss Rohan, I miss Kritz, I miss Darsh, I freaking miss everybody." I shouted to the walls, locked doors and windows. They never replied, but that was what I appreciated, they always heard me. I wasn't wrong when I told Ishaan, how misunderstood us 'introverts' were. How lonely we were. I stayed there for a bout a while. I strongly feel, if you are sad you should cry, if you are happy you should laugh with all your heart. I feel like time is always running and even if you loved someone, you should express it, because, honestly, you don't know if you are meeting him or her for the last time.

Mustering up all my courage, I stood on my two feet; it was still a week left for 'Diwali', but I exactly knew what I had to do. I instantly reached for my 'I-Phone' and I booked my tickets for the next flight, back to India, the much needed vacation. I texted my mom and thought for a while if I should text Kritz or just surprise her. Being the extravagant outgoing girl I was, I decided to surprise her and I shut my phone close with lastly texting Ishaan about the change of plans and requesting him to cover up for me in the classes and send me notes. I remember him sending mixed- expression emoticons, which consisted of horrified, the next was happy and then a thumbs-up. I finally shut my phone and drifted off to sleep, without dinner and yes, on my couch.

India, here I come.

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