The Lawyer In The Kitchen.

Chapter 4.

Suvarna's POV

I glared at the gift packet as it sat nearby on my bedside table.

I will not not not open it. I should have let it rot in the bathroom counter. In fact I should have given it back to - that Pinky's friend.

But what did he get? My subconscious voice questioned me.

I don't care!

Really? Mocked my subconscious.

My very own mind is against me!

I slumped down on my bed and hit my head on my pillow and closed my eyes. So what if it is bright daylight? I am going to sleep and not think of that silly gift.

I had just chased Paresh away after he had filmed that silly video. Silly Mehrotra brothers. All of them!

I tossed and turned in my bed, pumped my pillow till it was close to bursting even sang out loud a silly song. That always helped me ease out any issue in my mind. But not today!

Oh chuck it Suvi! You know you will not be at peace till you open that gift. I am not really interested, but just a bit curious I tell myself firmly.

I reached for it then pulled back. Proping myself up on my elbows I frowned at the packet. Did Pinky pack it as well? Did she chose the wrapping paper?

SUVI! You don't care. Remember that. I told my sub conscious mind irritably.

What if it broke when I had flung it in the bathroom?

Good! I hope it did break.

If you don't care then why do you bother who bought it or wrapped it?

I groaned loudly. Can I exchange my sub conscious mind? This one is my biggest enemy.

Distraction Suvi! Think of something else. Yes, my new dress. I have not got matching earrings for it yet.

Suppose the gift is a new set of earring?

Oh God! Not again. I got up and ripped open the packet that was anyways half ripped before.

I stared at what I held in my hand. This cannot be chosen by Pinky! How can she know the significance?

I felt my heart pound erratically. I closed my fingers around it. A small guitar, A brass and wood piece. Not a typical gift from London. But a perfect gift that Sharvan could give Sumo. Something linked with our childhood.

I closed my eyes as image of a younger Shishir playing the guitar sitting near my window floated in my mind. I opened my eyes and gazed at this perfect piece in my hand

I bit my lips as I felt something engraved on the metal part. Tiny words "From the Algebra King to Empress Geometry"

I held the gift close to my bosom as I chocked back a sudden sob that threatened to break out of me.

He remembers! He holds those memories in his heart just like I do. No way could anyone other than us know the meaning of these words. If Pinky chose this then she could not have known about how algebra and geometry connected Suvi with Shishir.

I smiled as yet another memory hit me. Our school principal had arranged for me to learn algebra from a senior since I was horribly weak in it.

Years back in school, Principals office.

"Suvarna Sharma, If you do not know the answer to a question what do you do?"

"Sir I try to learn it." I say apprehensively. What kind of question is this?