🌙Moon🌙
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You're never alone when you have your demons with you. I read this quote on the internet some days ago.
These demons are the only ones who keep me sane. Sane enough to make me control my emotions as well as my mind. These demons are my family. They told me what to do or what not. I know one thing. Either these demons will lead me to a happy life or will be my doom in the near future.
Holidays after exams are finished and today, we will get our results. Getting ready and wearing the uniform, I tied my hair in a ponytail. Having waistline brown hair is the only thing I got from my mum. Even though many people around me told me to cut them but I opposed it. They are not taking care of it. I am. These hairs are part of my soul and I'm not even letting anybody touch my soul, let alone my hair. I know I am a bit dramatic.
Pushing these thoughts aside, I made my way to the school building. The school, or more like a castle, stood majestically in front of me. This school was built in early 19s. This building being so old, it is India's top private boarding school. Children of successful businessmen and women, politicians, landowners, lawyers, real estate agents and so on, study here.
Walking at my usual speed, I reached in front of the crowd of students, who pushed each other to see their results. Controlling the urge to snicker at them, I leaned toward the door and waited there to let the crowd subside. They say this na, 'Patience is the key to success.' Third trait I got from my father.
Some students had gloomy looks on their faces whereas some were over the moon that they passed the exams.
Just as the number of students decreased, I made my way towards the notice board.
'First place: - Aarna Trivedi, 99%'
Sighing while looking at the result, I went away from there. Guess I'm getting a call from my guardian soon. Just as this thought cross my mind, the mobile phone in my pocket buzzed, indicating I'm getting a call. Pulling it out of my pocket, I see the caller ID. A frustrated sigh leaves my mouth. Thought of the devil and devil called. What a lovely day to start with!
Gathering the courage, I answered the call. "What took you so long to receive the call?" A very strict voice from my father came over the phone. "Good morning to you too father and I was in class, so it took some time to get out of the class to answer it." A lie doesn't hurt if it is saving your ass, right? "Whatever! I got your result today. Everything is fine but what about math's. Why did you score so less in it?"
I just scored 98 in it. What do you expect me to do about this shit? I wanted to shout it loud but did otherwise. This is not the right time to get riled up or else who knows what he will do. "The 2 marks question was tricky father. Everyone got it wrong. Teacher said that the question was out of syllabus." I told him the reason which was pretty much true. "Even if the question was not from syllabus, you should've got it right!! You are not everyone, Aarna. They are different and you're different! You are the future heir of my business; I expect you to be perfect!" His high angry voice suddenly startled me. Okay! I get this. He is angry. Very much.
"Sorry father. I will do better in the coming ones." I timidly told him. "You should be. I don't want better from you. I want the best from you. Remember that. And moreover, I will be coming to the award ceremony held next week. I'll call you the next time when I'll be free." Without waiting for my reply, he cut the call.
That's how the relationship works between us. I didn't know what had changed. After the mum's demise, everything was fine. Everything shattered after that. The relationship me and my father shared. Every single thing. I was shipped here when I was just five. From that day till this date, I met my father on just these award occasions and the phone calls are also rare.
