Parvati Nair is born out of necessity and desperation.
The necessity to complete Shyne Inc.'s insurmountable project and the desperation to reunite two estranged souls.
With T minus 30 days to complete the project, will Project Parvati succeed? Or...
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"So, I connected these voice transmitters with the motion sensors and attached them to the motherboard. Now, whenever you-"
I felt a nudge to my arm, distracting me from my little sister's science project, just when science had finally begun to get interesting. I looked in the direction of the disturbance- an adult human male, aged eighteen, looked at me with abnormally sparkly puppy eyes, although they were a little swollen.
"Ahem, ahem! Listen to meeeee! Don't talk amongst yourselves!" Meera stomped her feet in frustration, her pigtails swinging with her head, giving an overtly dramatic effect to a mere temper tantrum.
"Okay, Chinky. Continue," Sid croaked, widening his swollen eyes. It broke my heart to see the two most precious people of my life in such a miserable state.
Sid was running a high fever which prevented him from being his usual self. As for Meera, she was ill. The doctors said that her days with us might be numbered but... 'might' is a little less certain than 'may,' right? There still was hope, right?
It is easy to find the silver lining in someone else's cloud, but not quite when it is your own.
We didn't tell her about her possible departure from the world. They say that as long as there is a will to live, there is always a chance of survival, a chance of beating all odds, even if it is a bleak one. We just didn't want to take that away from her. Who knows, she might just make it. No, that's wrong. She will. She will make it. 'Will' establishes certainty.
"Di, why are you crying?" Meera asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
"I'm not crying," I swallowed before replying.
Sid turned to look at me, squinting through his swollen eyes.
"Is my project that bad?" She asked, anxiously clasping her palms together as she made little circles on the carpet with her toe, lowering her gaze.
"No, babe. It's amazing! I just-" I choked on my words.
And I lost it. I broke down.
"Hey... It's alright, things will work out." Sid mumbled, weakly pulling me in for a hug. I wrapped my arms around him, almost breaking into a wail on his shoulder.
Though he reeked of Paracetamol, he was still my Sid, the one who I could always count on no matter what. And he just proved it to me today.
I could sense that Meera wasn't entirely convinced. From the corner of my eye, I saw her staring at us, completely clueless of what was to transpire. She silently picked up her robot, which was almost the size of a figurine, and turned to leave.
"Okay, Parvati. I guess it's early bedtime for us today." She sighed, slipping into her slippers.
