When I'm With You

Chapter 4

      Our taxi pulled out on the road between the two hostels. My mind calmed down as I entered the gate. I am not angry, I am not afraid, I am not worried. The mind that always talks to me non-stop is now silent. What happened?
   
I do not want to see the exteriors. But from somewhere it is all beautiful views, someone tells me to enjoy. But I have not yet done what my mind tells me to do.

Chris told me to sit in the front seat. Mr. Mehra, Donaldson and Chris sat in the back seat. He said that to make me feel comfortable. I'm not even bothered by the sound of the radio which talking non-stop in the taxi. What's wrong with me?

We got there within minutes. Yes, this is where I should stay, sorry, not me, us. Me and Chris. This is not a hostel, it's a teacher's quarters built for our college teachers and staff.

The taxi stopped in front of the quarters and I quickly got off. This is much bigger than the manager said. Ten buildings with seven floors. In one of these, we have to live together for the next two years.

Seeing the quarters also made me feel like my home. It was like I was coming back home. The mind that had been silent to me for so long slowly told me,

Now this is your home Rishma.

Without looking for a long time, Donald Son and Mehra took our bags and walked to the quarters. Chris came to me. He looked at the quarters and asked, "Do you believe what they said?"
"Believed until I got out of the taxi, Of course not now. "

We stared at the quarters for a while. Chris asked again to confirm, "Do you have any problems?"
I smiled and said, "Is this the question I have to ask you too?"

We both had no objection to sharing the room.

Chris and I happily walked forward. We had a fresh start.

I did not expect this to happen when I boarded the flight from India. Chris would not have thought so either. I'm not afraid of him, I do not know what. We have been friendly since the beginning, from the moment we first saw each other.

Yes, we walked together at the airport and we traveled in the same taxi. Now going to live in the same house.

That doesn't mean I love him. Or he loves me. But it's certain that something significant is going to happen between us.

                             ~~~~~

Our room is on the top floor of the third building. Some days there will be a meeting for the teachers, so the manager cleared the room upstairs so that we would not be disturbed during the study. A couple of teachers also live here.

But there is no one on our floor but us. We got into the elevator without climbing the stairs because we were so tired.

The elevator door opened and Donaldson and Mehra waited to board the elevator. They said goodbye to us and got into the elevator and we thanked them before closing the door.

Our legs twitched with exhaustion. Moreover, sleep also comes. We walked lazily into the room and inside the room we could only see the sofa. Chris and I leaned back on the couch without looking anywhere else. Our eyes quickly closed.