Together, Forever?

Chap 1 - It's really a tough job!

"It's really hard man, I really don't know how to solve these practical sums. " I snarled

"Don't worry join my coaching it will surely help, ma'am teaches quite well." Mahhi said

I was in 11th standard, commerce stream which I think was my destiny. Although I wanted to go for architecture but my late admission and not so good results in maths made me opt for commerce. Well well well I don't know even the mere alphabets of commerce lol. If you know what I mean?

Mahhi, she is the best friend I can ever have , the person who is always there in my ups and downs.A personal diary too.We know each other since a week or so as she's new in our school, I still remember how we started talking and knowing each other, it was when I asked her about her straight hair haha. And she was surprised when I guessed the exact salon from where she got her hair done.

"Yeah ok I'll talk to my mom today about it, else I'll surely fail." I said

"You won't, darling.", she replied convincing me.

I wasn't a person into studying stuff rather I always preferred creativity. I always were passionate about writing and sketching, these two were the only things perhaps I could do. And yeah how can I forget my sleep lol! The three important elements that sum up to my self therapy.

Therapy, the irony is. You'd hardly come across people talking about the same, yet low-key ninety percent of them needs it.
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Late in the evening, anxiety again hit my mind and I thought either I go talk to mother or there's no saving for me.

"Umm mom I need to join some coaching as changing my stream from science to commerce had really been a tough job. I ain't getting how to cope up. " I told my mother.

"Why is it so? That means you are not studying " she said staring into my eyes.

"No mom that isn't so, you always take me wrong " I said.

"Yeah okay take your grandpa following evening, wherever you want to join. He'll meet your teacher, as he'd be the one deciding it all. " she said

"Okay. " I replied and left the room.

Mom, everyone loves the woman who gives them birth, who loves them like anything and always she is by there side but in my case the equation doesn't balance. I don't know where we lost it. Was it between the fights of her and dad or how slowly we stopped wishing each other on birthday's. Some things ain't meant to be.

She's the first person I was afraid of losing. Used to wake up in between of nights when I was nearly five years old, I am facing nightmares since then. Then, it were about my loss of her. I remember how I used to weep and tell her to never grow old. To never leave me. If she does, we can die together. Living without her was something I couldn't imagine back then. I used to throw silly questions on her back then like, do god sends a mother and her child on the same planet when it's time for their rebirth? Do rebirths happen?

No wonder this rebirth word triggered me so bad that I was ready to ask some priest about it. Though thr introverted self of me never allowed me to.

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So it was August and with the heading September I had to deal with such haunted subjects of commerce stream as I didn't want to be known as a failure. Peer pressure, how slowly it walks in and controls you. Though I didn't let it have control on me but somewhere it had a say in my life too. Or who would have cared about which kind of stares mates threw at me when I try a new hairstyle or got low marks in mathematics?

We went to Mrs. Rita's place, around three in the evening as told by Mahhi.

I rung the doorbell, a lady in brown complexion opened the door. We greeted her. And went inside. The greetings later transformed into a conversation which included the awkward situation of when we went to the other part of city in search of ma'am's  place, all the credit to confusion with Mahhi. Haha! A while later grandpa left and here started my first day with Mrs. Rita.

"So from where we should start in accounts? " she asked.

"Let's start from the start " I said and both of us chuckled.

She explained some topics and told she'll be right back. She went inside ftom another door to her drawing room where we were studying.

" Hey, what are you studying? " I asked Mahhi.

"Same what you are doing. Now please you too concentrate and let me do also. " She snarled.

"Yeah okay ... fine!" I said giving a stern look. Guess all the memes on instagram about how a person is with strangers and then with their friends, fits on me right.

I started an eye tour to Mrs. Rita's drawing room. She has some coffee mugs with pictures on it placed on a shelf, gifted by her students as I could make conclusions. Lord Jesus's pictures were hanging on the walls, she has pistachio colored walls. A couch at the side and this large sofa sitting. Also had a flower vase, a large one in a corner of the room.

"I think someone's blowing horn" Mahhi said.

"It might be grandpa to pick me up, Okay then, see you in school bye and tell ma'am that I went with him." I requested.

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I came back home, as mom wasn't at home I had to do some household work, including cleaning my room my bed, some of the kitchen work etc.

God! When will I be put to rest, when will my mind be finally kept to peace.

And so the day came to end. Or I should rather say this is how it all started, a new journey I stepped into. Lying on my bed lost in music I never knew when I drifted off to sleep.

  Not a big deal, I wasn't having someone to steal my dreams either!
I wish if there were someone to hold me when I feel low, someone to love me unconditionally and whom I would love even more. Someone who'd let me cry in his arms, someone who'd listen to my dark story, someone who'd make me forget what I've been through since my childhood, want someone who'd call me his princess and would mean it too.

A princess who knows to take care of herself, who can save, protect herself. But has back of someone who wants to stand by her as bad as she wants him. Someone who understands all the sufferings she was put into and don't offer her sympathy but understand that he can't make her go through it, all over again. A genuine bond, like love birds? They happen to die when separated from their respective partners. I don't want someone do die for me, but would be hard for someone to livr without another, in love? I wonder.
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