Half Truths

04

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"Its never too late to start but its always too late to wait."

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Parth's POV

We reached her bunglow. To own a bunglow in Mumbai is a big thing. But I was actually awestruck by her bunglow. It was simple at the same time beautifully designed. And by design I mean the greenery associated. There were so many trees lined up against the exterior wall of her house that except the entrance gate one could see nothing from outside.

Three guards securing her entrance gate eyed me as soon as I stepped out of the car. Their suspicious eyes lowered as Shruti interlocked her arm with mine and glared them. She kissed me on my cheeks making me widen my eyes as I looked at her.

'Relax! Act normal Parth', she whispered bringing her lips close to my ear as a shiver passed down my spine. I noticed my whole body was tense. I immediately put myself together and kissed her back on her cheek as we entered through the main gate after the little PDA in front of her guards.

There was green lush grass on my both sides and a narrow passage leading to her white marble veranda. Her house was completely white but extraordinarily beautiful. It was like revisiting Taj Mahal.

She shifted a little away from me gesturing me to remove my arm as she searched for her keys before unlocking the door for us to enter inside.

An ancient house of a poet, that's what it looked like. Everything was black and white. All walls and floors were white and all furniture was black.

There were book shelves everywhere. Even on her dining table lied a a few books .

From marketing, finance, business and economics to physics, philosophy, psychology and history I could see everything in her bookshelves. I already know she doesn't read fiction. She hasn't read Pride and Prejudice till now. But when I qouted a Mr. Darcy's dialouge and she couldn't figure it out, I surely didn't expect her house to be full of books.

Shruti closed the door and shrugging out of her jacket went straight to the kitchen as she drank two glasses of water one by one directly filling them from her R.O.

"You know Parth, I hate R.O. water. It just doesn't have the taste. If I were living here and not just occasionally visiting I would have surely kept a matki."
(earthen pot)

Before this statement I never knew water has taste too.

"Anyways I am going to change upstairs. Help yourself with some water Parth and you can remove your coat if you are uncomfortable."

I wasn't so I didn't. But I did drink water to notice how is the taste this time. But does water really has taste too? I couldn't sense it.

One peculiar thing I however noticed was that there were no pictures of her or her family. No photo frames. Nothing on the walls.

Anyways everyone has their own problems. I can't judge her because of this.

I guided myself to her book shelves and finally to the dining table to see the books she might be currently reading but two of the three books were not actually books but her diaries. Or maybe something else but it was hand written. I kept them the way they were. 

The third one was a book named...... Probabilty. An amused smile crossed over my lips as I read the title. Probability used to be my favorite topic in school.

Probabilty and Permutation and Combination.

I took the book in my hands and shuffled over the pages but there were no problems....

"Probability is not a mere computation of odds on the pack of cards or the dice, it is the acceptance of lack surity, lack of certainity in our information, our knowledge. Basically in life probability is about introducing methods to deal with our flawed knowledge or to be precise 'ignorance'."

Shruti stated as she walked down the stairs to me in a simple tee and pajamas, closing her two opened yet upside down diaries putting them on one of the shelf.

Whatever she says, she always puts me offguard. She speaks like a proffessor with a confidence, with an authority.

She sat on one of the chairs of the dining table and I sat on the opposite one.

"Was this your own line? Or a line from this book?"

-"A line from this one or another book as I interpreted  or maybe my own, don't know."

-"I loved probability in school."

-"Really? So did I."

A genuine wide smile crept its way onto my face but disappeared as soon as I realised my purpose of coming here.

"When wil he be coming?"

-"Any moment now since my phone is off."

-"Who owns this house S.?"

-"Who else?"

-"So you. And the one where you both live?"

-"That's his property. Though I am the one who pays the bills so I guess its both of us."

-"And those guards here? They aren't.."

Shruti understood my incomplete question and sighed before replying, "they are his."

I didn't pry further. Something with this whole situation was making me anxious.

"Do you want to eat something Parth?"

-"No when do you think he will come?" I asked again.
-"We are not waiting for him."

Okay this wasn't the reply I was expecting.

"That's exactly what we are doing." My tone was serious as I directly looked into her eyes.

"No, its all a matter of choices. We can have a talk. Tell me more about yourself." She stated softly but firmly.

"You pretty much know everything about me. On the other hand I only know that you are a data analyst at Morrisons Corp. You are married to someone called Prince and you are not so happy about it."

She chuckled and shifted and leaned completely on her chair.
"How old are you Parth?" She asked completely dodging my previous hidden question.

"27 and you?"

-"28. Well never knew you were younger to me."

-"How does that matter? Its just a difference of a few months."

-"You wanted to be a pianist. Well Parth you have more than half of your life to fulfill your dream. Its never too late to start but its always too late to wait."

My palms fisted on her statement. Telling her about my interest in music specially piano was probably a big mistake I made.

"I don't want that anymore. But what about you? Are you living the life you have dreamt about?"

"I was always interested in Economics and Finance. That's what I am doing so yes. But Parth are you giving up on your dreams.?"

I was certainly not asking about work and she knew that.  "I don't want to talk about that."

"I can help..."

" Damnit S. I don't need your help. CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?"

I yelled but again her face showed nothing. Serenity that should be Shruti's middle name.

Shruti Serenity......

Oh crap! I...I don't know Shruti's last name.

Suddenly there was loud banging on the door as both of our faces tilted towards the source of noise.

"OPEN THE DOOR SHRUTI. OPEN IT NOW."

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