It's the acute awareness that overcomes you When you are looking searching for a face to turn to in a crowd, the feelings that shower upon you when your laughing can only be heard in your head, it's the reaction your body makes when warmed by the heated embrace of another it's the pain you hold back when asked how you are, and the emotion you succumb to when your eyes can no longer hold back the storm.
--Elizabeth Anna
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Today, after 2 long years, Yash was in this house again. It was not easy to leave everything like this at all. In just 15 days, he had somehow been forced to leave.
When he entered into the house, he saw the gray, dusty house and it made him strangely sad. It seemed that the house was not like how it used to be. In fact, he himself was no longer the same as before, so everything around him seemed different now.
He began to clean up the house. He was already very tired but still he decided to clean up the whole house at once. After finishing cleaning, He took a shower.
As the cold water was dripping from his head to toe, it was as if fatigue and anxiety were washing away. After taking shower, he made some coffee for himself.
He came and stood at the balcony with the coffee mug in his hand. It was summer, time of school holidays. The kids were playing downstairs, some middle-aged men at the cafe in a corner were laughing a lot about something. He saw a father walking with his child.
Seeing this, Yash just remembered that he had forgotten to call his dad. He quickly took his phone out and called his dad. His dad picked up the phone and spoke to him in a very calm voice. Yash himself knew that his father could not accept him leaving like this. But Yash had to pretend not to understand it.
Meanwhile, Natasha's condition was not good at all. She did not even know how she spent these 15 days in the hospital.
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Sarah tried a lot to make Natasha understand but it didn't help. Natasha's condition was no longer hidden. Her parents knew everything, except for Suhana's part.
She didn't eat properly, even if they went to her room in the middle of the night, they would see that she was awake and thinking of something. Sarah had tried several times to get Natasha out. But it did not help. She only went to the hospital, worked like a robot and came back home. They were worried that in this way, she would become both mentally and physically sick.
Natasha thought a lot later. It was unbelievable that Yash loved her too. Tears welled up in Natasha's eyes as she remembered what Yash's face was like that day. He didn't say anything in his defence when she was accusing him.
Natasha would never be able to explain this to anyone but she knew for herself that she did not say all these things to Yash that day from her heart. Natasha's heart broke each time when she thought about how much Yash suffered that day. She told him way too much that day.
But let bygones be bygones. Natasha was determined now. She could not live like this. No matter what the people like Suhana would call her, a trap setter or greedy or whatever. Natasha didn't care, she needed to talk to Yash and mend all things.
Natasha got ready, she would meet Yash and talk to him. Natasha tried to look as good as possible. She brought up a smile on her lips. She had hope in her heart that Yash would understand her, would not turn her down heartbroken. Everything would be fine after this day.
Natasha was on her way to Yash's home. She called him several times but it said, unreachable each time. Okay, no problem, she would talk to him in person. She got a message from Sarah,
"Call me when you are free, I have something important to tell you."
Natasha checked the message and put the phone back. She didn't want to hear or think about anything else before meeting Yash.
Natasha went inside Yash's house. She found his dad reading a newspaper, sitting on a couch in the living room. She smiled brightly but the older man looked at her gloomily. Natasha smilingly asked, "Hi uncle. Is Yash home yet?"