Page 35 of Storm
They stared at me patiently, as if waiting for me to divulge exactly when I would get the hell out.
“What are you all in such a hurry for? The morning is still young.” I revolted giving them a look of ‘C'mon!’
Mom indicated towards the wall clock showing me it was past eleven.
I guess only nights get the privilege of being young. Hah! That is why I hate mornings.
Mom glared at me, and I ran towards my room for a shower, before I could get an earful about disciplines of life and all that crap. Everything starts with getting up early in the morning. Hah!Freaking!Hah! As if, noontime and evenings were useless. If they were, then why did God make them, I ask you!
Wearing a stylish grey sheer neck top over my orange trousers, I smiled at myself in the mirror. I loved clothes that looked classy and funky-unique like me. Besides, Aariz was not the only one who was a remarkable sight. I knew the way he looked me over every day in admiration and I wanted it to continue not just, because I liked the feeling, but to show him I was not simply a college kid. I could be a charmer myself, one who wouldn’t go starry eyed on him.
Getting ready, I joined them all in the sitting room, with a plate full of breakfast.
Dad turned towards me all sad and upset,
“I have heard devastating news today. And I can't stop feeling responsible for having been busy and ignorant about my old friends since years. I was informed today that the family of a friend of ours has suffered a tragedy in recent times.”
I gave him a curious look,
“Go slow. Who informed you about this tragic news?”
“Shaamir.” Dad supplied.
“Zee's father.” I nodded, “So I’m guessing this family that suffered is both of yours common friend?”
Dad smiled slightly, with a flash of memories in his eyes,
“You used to call him Chocolate Uncle, as he would give you bag full of chocolates whenever he visited. You played with his son, A...”
I stood up throwing my hands in the air, at the striking revelation that had just occurred,
“There! You heard yourself?”
Dad seemed confused, so I turned towards Mom and Grandpa, digging my point in,
“Did you guys hear him? I played. I played with the freaking boy. So you people accept it, right?”
They just stared at me confused, so I elaborated,
“You three taunted me all these years that I did nothing but made all my dolls bald in childhood. As if, I was only trouble and nothing else. But now I know, I freaking played like normal kids. Thanks to your slip of tongue about the ever great, whoever the boy with name from A was. That person has saved my life. He has saved me from feeling scarred since childhood from the tag of being a difficult kid.”
I tried to bring out tears, but they did not come. Therefore, I tried to wobble my lips and crack my voice. Nothing happened.
Damn!
Annoyed I just stated plainly,
“You people made me believe I was anything but a blessing to you guys.”
“Now that’s stretching it a bit far.” Grandpa winked at me helpfully, as Mom and Dad were about to call on me for that.
I smiled sheepishly,
“Oh well, you get the point. Therefore, I'm off now. Getting late for college, you see.”
“Wait!” Mom spoke up sternly.
I flew out of the front door yelling them a bye.
