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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Have you ever been stabbed in the stomach? Neither have I. But, from what I believe, being stabbed in the stomach is a hundred times less painful than telling a loved one that you might not be sticking around for long.
Correction: you may not be sticking around for long. May shows a greater degree of certainty than might. And, for a person whose existence is slowly being erased off the surface of the earth, one day at a time, it just wouldn't do to lie. The last thing a dying soul wants is to be remembered by a lie. Everyone wishes to be remembered by their final words of wisdom, not by a lie spewed up in the face of an untimely death. The Grim Reaper comes by to harvest all our souls one day, except, some are harvested a little earlier than the others. For no apparent fault of theirs.
Arush looked at me, his eyes sparkling with tears.
"Why didn't you tell us before?" He croaked.
"And what good would that have done?" I retorted, flaring my nostrils. I felt my bottom lip twitch.
Arush scanned my face, as though the answer to the question I had posed was imprinted on it.
"We would..."
He trailed off, lowering his eyes.
"See? I knew it. There's no answer to it. The very idea of death renders a thousand questions meaningless. Ugly, yes. But true, nonetheless." I sighed, taking my reports from Arush and tucking them back into my handbag.
"These talks are so depresso. If you two talk about this any longer, I am pretty sure I will die." Parvati rolled her eyes at us.
"Parvati, you're physically incapable of dying," I whispered.
"Exactly. See how bad that is?"
Arush chuckled lightly. I turned to look at him.
"Please share the joke, I want to laugh too." I snorted.
"Sometimes I just feel that Parvati is the human and you're the robot." Arush laughed.
Parvati smiled at Arush and crossed her legs. I could swear I saw her wink, but lately, I've been second-guessing everything I see, everything I do.
"Meera, you don't deserve this," Arush said, looking away.
"Nobody does. This isn't just about me."
He sighed, biting his lower lip. Shifting back in his seat, he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"So, let me get this straight. You had a brain tumour-"
"Glioblastoma multiforme, yes." I pursed my lips.
Arush blinked at me, raising his eyebrows.
"I'm sorry I don't speak Gibberish." He said, with a blank expression on his face. Parvati looked at him and I saw her eyes twinkle. If I am not mistaken, the corner of her lip too curled into a sly smile.
