The life of a withering flower [COMPLETED ✔️]

Chapter 6

I slumped back in the chair, looking at the time for the dozenth time. By luck, I had some work nearby, and decided to come here early. But, she was late.

It was already 5.10 PM.

The door of the cafe suddenly was pulled back by her. Her long thin hair, curled at the end and her reddish brown eyes shrinking back to place, her chest rising and falling as she panted for breath and her legs trembling like she had run a marathon race. Of course, she had.

In a moment, she rose up to her feet, firmly and searched around. As soon as she saw me, a shining arc of smile placed itself on her face.

"Hello... Sorry I am late. I, ughh, fell asleep", she said twirling the ends of her hair with her fingers.

"Did you have to wait for long?", she asked me, seating herself as she smoothed her silky cotton skirt.

"Not really. I was having some work nearby, so I decided to check in earlier. It has been just 30 minutes or so", I explained, sliding in a bookmark in the page of the book I was reading.

"So.. You HAD to wait for long. Sorry.", she apologized giggling.

"So what is it? What do you want to talk about?", I asked, impatiently.

"Yeah, wait for a minute", she said a if she remembered her words right now.

"So, you see... As the summer vacations have started, I just have two places to go to", she stated. Okay.

"Which are those two places?", I asked.

She bit her lower lip as she stated. "Maybe Goa and Shimla", she was uncertain.

"That's good. If you want to go, go with your family", I said sipping my coffee which was half cold, now.

"You don't seem to understand. I want to go with you", she said circling the rim of the coffee cup with her right thumb.

"I can't. The parents of a dying cow can give her permission... But not to me", I said, focusing on my coffee.

"Just for two weeks...", she said, bringing out her hidden puppy eyes.

"Two weeks?!", I lowly yell at her.

"Well, well... Even if it seems that long, let me clear your doubts. It will take nearly two days to reach Goa and nearly four days to Shimla from Goa. So, we are spending a day in Goa and two days in Shimla", she cleared.

"Can't you settle for anything less?", I asked rubbing my neck.

"If so, then tell me about a beach where I can go", she said crossing her arms.

"So, you only want to visit beaches, right? We can go to Mumbai.", I shrugged.

"Does Mumbai have beaches? I thought it was just land", she said blankly.

"How dumb can one get?", I said slipping my head from my hands.

"Now for a place with snowfall", she asked.

"Keep it Manali", I said sipping my now completely cold coffee.

"Huh? Where is this Manali place? Seems like I have heard about it", she said, considering my words.

"Were you asleep when they taught about Manali in Geography in 5th grade?", I said, slipping my head out of my hands, yet again.

"Oh about that... My body had always had complexities, So I have spent most of my life in the hospital. It was in 9th class, that I joined my school. Otherwise, I would always be in that four-by-four room. It was not like I was not provided education. But, the kind of education I received was a bit sloppy", she smiled, tilting her head to the side.

Now that I see her more closely, she smiles too much.

"You know... Another thing I am happy about my 1 year certainty is that, I don't have to worry about the 12th boards. I don't even have to worry about my life after 12th. Ahh... It feels so calm", she said, and I could see sparkly hearts near her ears and above her head.

All of a sudden, this girl portrayed how depressing and difficult life is.

"Ohh, don't you have anything to say?", she asked me.

"What?", I raised my brows.

"Yes or no?", she asked.

"Ahh, yes. Until and unless it's Mumbai or Manali, I am fine with it", I said.

"Why?", she raised her question.

"I have relatives there. Mom would allow me to go if it's either of them", I replied.

"What about your dad?", she asked.

"He is living with bhai... So it shouldn't be a problem", I replied.

I hated opening up about my family. It wasn't like, I hated them. I just didn't like the idea of talking about them with anyone else.

"Doesn't your family get along well?", she asked.

"It's not like that. My family gets along...just not well", I said shifting my eyeballs to the floor.

"I see. Well, until and unless you lose a chord for them, I think it's fine.", she said.

These words gripped on interest in me.

"What do you mean by that?", I asked.

"I mean, till you feel that your life is empty without your family, and that you give up on them, it's okay not to get along. There are a lot of people whom we say that we hate them the most, but actually, deep down we know, our life is lonely without them. A life without them, isn't actually what we want.", she said as she beamed bright.

"Where do you come up with those things?", I asked sliding my eyeballs to the glass window of the cafe.

"I have spent much of my time just thinking. Thinking about how cold and harsh life can be. Thinking about how warm and beautiful it can become. Thinking about how the people in our life are whimsical. Thinking about how fast live moves on. If compared to the light, our thoughts and mind are faster than that. They run miles away from us and show us an insight of a world which we want to adore", she said, her eyes lowering their brightness.

That's true. Over speeding is not good. And when the mind over-speeds, it's definitely not good. Yet, the brake is too far.

"It's already 6.00 PM. Don't you have to go back?", she asked me, her phone's screen lighting in her right palm as they showed the time.

"Seriously. I didn't think that non sensical talk would take 50 minutes", I tried to be mean.

"Well, that's how it is, when you are with someone else besides yourself", she said, putting her phone into her bag.

Moving out of the cafe, we walked down the pavement.

"Can I ask you a question?", I prompted.

She looked at me as she raised her brow.

"What would you want to be if you weren't dying?", I asked.

"I... Would probably like to be anything but a myth", she replied.

"What does that mean?", I asked.

"I don't know. I have been searching the answer to this question, myself. I have been searching myself", she looked at me.

It shook something in me.

"So when are we going?", I asked.

"Tomorrow?", she replied.

"What???", I yelled, forcing 20 people to raise their eyes at me.

"I am joking", she said back.

"Keep your jokes to yourself", I said rolling my eyes.

I heard her giggle by my side.

It might not be that bad... Being acquaintances with her.

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