We | A Narrative by Prana | Chapter 7

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C.S vs C.S

“Oh God”, I spoke to myself when I saw the house for the first time.

A lady whom I saw in the photo came hurried towards me and said “How are you? I’m very much worried about you. Why you are waiting here? Come inside”

She expressed all her love in a very few minutes. Anyone can understand with her actions that how much she loves me.

I followed her silently because somehow my senses are saying that she is the only person I can trust in the world.

“Mom”, I called her to express some love in return.

“You seemed to be a different person”, She said in a confusion tone.

I said nothing expect ‘Mom’, I don’t know what she understood with my single word. So I wanted to ask “why”. Unexpectedly it came out from my mouth.

I got scared knowing nothing about her reaction to my question.

“Why!! Don’t you know why?”

I was unable to understand her reaction. Is she happy or sad?

She continued “Because whenever you return to home, you will directly go to your bed and comes down only when your dad returns. I’ll be here every time waiting for you but you never cared. But now you called me “Mom” and Instead of me asking ‘Why’, you asked me ‘Why’. Whatever, I’m very happy that at least you listened to me”

How can a son ignore his mother? Why I never cared for her? Her words killed me inside. So I hugged her which gave me a great relief. I guess, she too experiencing something new in her lifetime.

“Excuse me sir. Sir... sir, seat belt please. It’s going to take off.”

“Yeah...what did you just said?”

“Seat belt sir, Flight is going to take off.”

“Hmm. Thanks.”

I expected to hear that flight is going to land soon. But I’m very much disappointed.

As soon as I get to the office, I’ll terminate Mr.Promodh for making me to take this trip even when I’m not interested at all. Just because of this trip, I’ll be hours late to join them. For the first time like the others, I wished that I had wings. But I know even though I had wings, I can’t fly much faster than the plane. God, Why it is me always the last person to join them. Ajay sent me a message long time ago. Just because of this bloody meeting, I’m far away from them,  still in plane praying to god and doing nothing except to have hope about the future and think about the past.

“What is happening here?”

A sudden voice made us to jump back.

“My son, how did you write your exams?” My father asked me with a great excitement.

I tried to give positive look to him but I knew that I know nothing about what he is asking.

“I’m very proud of my son.” He hugged me and said “Go. Go, study for your next semester.”

What, Next Semester? What kind of father he is? I just came home. Instead of taking care of me like my mom did, He is asking me to study for next semester.

It seemed to me that I am caring for a person who is never cared for me.

Whatever, i don’t want to think about it much.

“Go, get fresh up. I’ll bring the dinner to your room”

Where is my room? How will i know?

‘Sundaram, keep Chandu’s luggage in his room’

How lucky I am. God, please be with me always. I just followed him straight into my room, got fresh up and went down to have supper.

Again Mom got surprised on seeing me downstairs said “Chandu, do you want anything?”

“I came to eat.”

“What happened to you, Chandu? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine mom. Why are you asking like that?

“Nothing. Have a seat.”

She too sat with me and said lot of things. She is too good and her biryani, specially made for me was awesome. Next day morning I got stupefied on seeing my Closet. I have already seen my dresses in my suitcase. Really I felt very awkward even just to have a look at them. I don’t know whether these belong to me or not. But this is my room and it’s going to be as I desired. That’s it. I took an undeniable decision and went straight to my Mom and asked “Mom, can we go for shopping?”

Every word which is coming out from my lips made her jump. But soon she changed her expression, may be because she understood something, and said “I know, you will not be fond of my selections and why to blame me later. No need. Ask your friend, Murali. Wait. I’ll call his mother to send him. Ok.”

She put up a call and two hours later, Murali came.

I can see that he is coming with all the anger in the world on his face. But he came to me and simply gave an expression as ‘why all in the world you are trying to torture only me’.

As Soon as, we both went to nearby shopping complex, I started searching for cloths of my taste. Do I really know what actually my taste is? No answer. So I wanted to take Murali’s suggestion and asked him to select some models of his taste. He is actually too good at selection, because he is selecting exactly what I wanted. But seeing me in some casuals, he got surprised and suggested me some more models.

“When I heard from my mother that I have to go for shopping along with you, I thought it would be too much boring. But now I don’t know how time has passed. I don’t know that you could be a good friend to anyone.”

“I guess that’s a complement. Right?”

He smiled and we went to a restaurant for lunch.

He ordered some good dishes. I liked them a lot. It seemed to me that He is a man of taste. Surprisingly I remembered one thing. When we are coming from college to home, Murali said I need to change. I wish I know what that change is. I believe this is the right time to ask him.

“Murali, I want to ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“You once said to me that I need to change..”

“It’s not just one time. I always tell you the same.”

“Ok. What do you mean by that and how?”

“I mean just don’t be like a weird face buried in a book type. Come out and see the world. Try to enjoy every second. Be friendly with everyone. Look at you. Do some work outs. Be health conscious..”

He said much more things that I never heard before.

“Will you help me to achieve that change?” I asked him when he finished.

“Sure. Why not”

I guess he agreed only because that I will not be a headache to him in future.

He suggested me lot of things before he left.

From tomorrow, Game begins. Former Chandra Sekhar versus Later Chandra Sekhar.

Continuation: We | A Narrative by Prana | Chapter-8