TIMELESS:Dreams,love and friendship

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Present Day:

She was already late for the morning bus. She grasped a last look at the mirror. A blurry version of a sleek, summer- tanned girl stared back at her. A simple looking girl with beautiful and rare features. She was not one of those typical college girls, who chose to change their identities for the sake of popularity. A gem and one of a kind, who wanted to stand by her simplistic opinions and pragmatic ideas, but had to succumb to family pressures. For all her life, she was invisible , except to her circle of people. She knew the world as small as her. Her dreams and aspirations were huge. But ,she had no way of living in the world that she so fondly fantasised every night. Drishya was her name. A final year law student at the London School of Economics and Political Science. She took a final look of herself at the mirror and and ran off with her glasses .

Kabir was the son of Lakshman Mehta, a popular MLA in India. An immigrant in London, he loved the British sense of living. Having grown up all his life in London, he had little or no knowledge of Indian customs and traditions. He came from a family that actively participated in politics in his homeland. A popular figure at LSE, he was known for his charming looks and his flirtatious manners.

As usual he was running late for his morning session of basketball . Monday's were absolutely awful for Kabir. He grabbed an oatmeal bar from the kitchen and hurried towards the door before he bumped into his father who seemed absolutely annoyed at Kabir for his lazy ways. He had come to visit Kabir after 21 years. Kabir had learnt from his distant family about his father's manipulating ways. Though he was not in connection with his family for years, he was aware of the matters which surrounded his father. His parents did not have an amicable spilt. This bothered Kabir a lot, who was always kept in the dark. His parents had a rough relationship. Before anything could reach the ears of the media, Kabir's mother was sent off to London and was left for granted. His father chose his status and profession over his family. Kabir couldn't digest this fact. He had no identity in this country. Fortunately, he had a mother who was extremely supportive and hardworking. He had seen terrible times. Having seen poverty at an early age, he had a hard time to build his personality. He was rough and rude on the outside, but had a soft heart on the inside that longed for true love. Today, he stands with his head high. A son who is extremely proud of his mother, who is the Chief editor at the BBC news headquarters.

Ignoring the presence of his father, Kabir tried to make his way out. Unfortunately today was not his day.

"As a child, I had a lot of expectations from you. But you failed to fulfil them as a father. You left us to rot in a country with no name,no identity,no food and shelter, and now you expect me to show some courtesy! I think a man should know his limits.",said Kabir who saw this perplexed expression on his mother's face.

"Look at his behaviour Aadhira! Such arrogance will not be tolerated.Look at me in the eye Kabir!", said his father.

"A man like you does not even deserve a reply. Ask one of your ministers from your filthy cabinet to answer you.I have a lot of work to do. Can't waste my time answering people, who have no relevance in my life.",said Kabir, who tried to make his way out.

Blocking his way, Lakshman tried to but in.

"Kabir, I know I have made a lot of mistakes. That's why I am here. I am here to correct them. I am here to support you and your mother."

"After 21 years! You left us to die. You had no sort of contact for 21 years, and all of a sudden you appear here and pretend to be a nice man. For God's sake father, stop lying. I am aware of your nasty manipulating ways. Please don't pretend. I am sure, all this is a part of some political motive. A man like you can never think straight. Is it money that you want? Or is it something else? You can't be here without a reason."