I put my phone in the pocket of my hood and after pulling the cap over my head I tip toed towards the window to not make any noise on the wooden floor. I moved towards the window and very carefully pulled the window up.
There was no noise in this dark winter night making it all the more impossible for me to sneak out.
But who can stop me when I have decided upon it?
I kept my one foot out of the window and it very expertly went to the pipe leading to the ground. I helped myself totally out of the window and balanced myself on the pipe, keeping both feet on either side on almost 2 inches wide supporters.
I climbed down but before I could jump like an expert, I fell down hurting my leg.
Again.
"Here, Miss Clumsy Murthy." I heard much familiar manly voice.
"I don't need." I said giving him my best angry pouts and pulled my jeans up only to find another bruise to my already bruised leg.
"Your feminism won't get hurt. " He said offering me the ointment once again and sat on his feet, to reach my level.
"You were here all the while but didn't dare to help me." I retorted, rolling my jeans back down.
"Yes because only you want to behave like some thriller-filled climber, who lives in her own home, has the house keys; yet decides to climb down a pipe." He explained standing back up on his feet.
"I cannot just open the locks and leave the house. It attracts attention, Mr Over Smart Malhotra. Because unlike you, I have restrictions." I tried to shout in as much low voice as possible.
"Fine. Now can we leave or you wanna keep on sitting here?"
"No, please move." I got up not caring about the bruise and tip toed after him towards his Harley Davidson Iron 883.
"Isn't it your brother's?" I asked as he passed me a helmet to wear and he himself got seated on the bike.
"It is. He is in town so I got the permission." He stated giving the beauty a race and I quickly hopped at the back.
This is how I am. Not caring about the restrictions set on me. Well, it's clearly not fine for a girl to go out at 11 in the night that too with a male friend while living in the mountains of Shimla. But this is how much I trust my best friend that I keenly sneak out of the house, not obeying my parents and going to see a new place opened in town.
A bar! More precisely.
Sidharth Malhotra, my best friend since 8th grade. He and I took admission in the same college that belongs to the Malhotras, studying the same subject; Accountings. His parents passed away 3 years ago in an accident and his elder and only brother moved to Mumbai to take over the textile Business ran by his father previously. Sidharth stayed back to complete his studies as he wanted some space and a friend that happened to be me. No doubt his parents were the sweetest and their Family was perfect but they handled themselves beautifully not letting it ruin their lives.
Talking about me, my Family lived here from the start. My Father is a Mathematics teacher in a well known school of the entire city where mostly all kids of space studied while my mother happens to be a teacher at a cooking school. Even living in the small town my parents made sure to provide me with a broad minded vision that resulted in my and Sidharth's friendship.
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The ice cold breeze hit me from all sides as the bike went through the lonely roads.
