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It was on the tip of my tongue to let her know, I am in love. She said yes!
But I couldn’t. Uh...Uh!
If I did, Sanu would give me a big No! She’d kill me. She could do that. My feisty chatterbox of a girl was completely silent and stunned by her own confession today. Why? Because I reciprocated.
From what I could gauge, she might have been freaking out in her house the moment I left. Therefore, until I had not spoken to her, I couldn’t tell anyone, and give her chance to freak-out or God forbid, back out!
“Nothing has happened Gran. Why would you think so?” I chuckled nervously.
Gran inclined her head raising one eyebrow,
“Then why are you grinning so wide?”
I shrugged,
“I can't be happy?”
She nodded looking at me with curiosity,
“Shall I reheat lunch?”
I shook my head entering inside the sitting room,
“No, I had an interesting dat...Interesting dish, from the college
food court.”
“You are too happy.” Gran kept giving me that assessing look as if trying to figure something out.
How to not be happy? Shit!
Unable to bear her questioning look anymore, I hurried up the stairs.
Today instead of going towards my bedroom, I entered the door on the other end of the hallway. It was like my feet, my mind were in some sort of daze. A bubble so pure that it couldn’t contain the joy within my heart. I needed to share it. Therefore, I opened the door I seldom went into. In fact, I had never been in there since we came back to Seattle.
Instantly I felt the most calm and cheerful, than I had in a long time. In this room, I felt ecstatic and happy to the fullest extent, all due to the knowledge of my love, my Sani loving me back just as much. I was feeling happiness to the core of my heart.
“Dad she is still the same.” I assured him, gazing thoughtfully outside the window.
Very same...only prettier.
Mom was fussing over every little detail of our confession. Mom as always thought I messed up. As if, Sani could never be wrong.
“Mom, I’m not being careless. Relax! It worked. Now she is mine.” I stated patiently though unable to help an eye roll, “Mom you would be proud to know it was me who decided to free her of the burden of saying it and understood her feelings.”
Just then, there came a knock at the door and Gran called softly in an utterly surprised tone, “Aariz?”
I fell over myself from my perfectly comfortable sitting position on the windowsill.
Straightening, I nervously walked and opened the door. Going out, I closed it behind myself,
“Hmm? Yeah, Gran I was just...”
I searched for words but she did not need them.
Caressing my face, she peered into my eyes, confused yet at peace, “You really are the happiest today. I can tell.”
I found it hard to think of a coherent answer.
