THE DIAGONAL RELATIONSHIP

Chapter 1

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Daybreak. It's been 3 years since I tend to wake up at this time. Courtesy Digimon. He used to be a very pampered dog until his owners abandoned him and left the city. He still cries around dawnbreak hoping they will show up.

Why are organisms so awfully hopeful? Like an ox hoping to be saved while falling from the top of the crest. All that could be done to save it was to pray and show pity while blaming it for putting itself in such a dreadful situation. Human monkeys, strong friendships, and bitter rivalries.

Could'nt be helped. This thought runs through my mind every morning, reminding me it's time to leave bed. It really flabbergasts me, how I lose track of time while thinking about Digimon's helplessness.

I looked down at him from my shattered window. Now that his work is done after getting me out of bed, he is at peace. Just another day, light start for the rough parts. I checked my phone. The screen has to be seen from behind the cracks that appeared long ago before I was told by someone that my phone is mutilated. Not like I really mind. I tend to hear 50 things a day out of which 49 aren't very nice to be paid attention to.

I freshened up and went downstairs to leave. I saw my aunt and uncle, chachi and chacha as I call them respectively in Hindi. I have been living with them since my father left us for some other Irish lady and decided to move there forever. My mom was not a very responsible wife, mother, or human after all. She was an Italian junkie and a college dropout who left her home behind in Sicily when she first met my dad at a taco shop.

A transnational marriage taking place is all they know after that.

My dad, Sharad Pant, was quite a heartbreak walking in the form of a handsome man handmade of goddess Venus herself as described by my mom. She fell in love with how compassionate and determined he was in everything he did. They dated for quite a while and my dad shifted to Costa Rica after they got married. After some time, they gradually realized they are living in completely different dimensions that couldn't be balanced using any unit or measurement.

I was 4, its the faintest memory of mine, watching my dad leave through the front door telling me that he'll take me once everything is settled.

Well, all of it doesn't matter anymore. Some circumstances made me land here, at the loneliest home on Walnut Avenue, Alaska.

I left the door without being given any notice. It is not a bad thing though, I tend not to mind it. Chacha-Chachi are already doing a great job taking care of their long-lost brother's motherless or almost orphan daughter. I can't burden them by expecting them to play my parents who didn't care much to do that themselves.

As I left the huge-ivory residential doors, I was greeted by Digimon or monie what I call him. But somehow, I was taken aback. Has a house always been here? Just diagonal to ours and that too with a real person residing in?!

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