Finally, I had a great deal for a house today. I was searching for a home from few months and today, I finally got a dream house for my wife, Shanti and my daughter, Aarti. This was not a new house, Shashtri's Family lived there but the house is new enough.
I was busy in shifting. The old furniture was there. The house was well maintained and I don't had to spend more for repairing. There were three rooms in the house. It should be like, one for Mr.Shashtri and Mrs.Shashtri and one for Aayush, there son and other would use as guest room. I was just cleaning room of Aayush as I have to change the paint from blue to pink for my daughter, Aarti. There was a study table. I thought it would be empty but I incidently checked the upper drawer. There were some paintings. There were awesome paintings and it could be said that the paintings would be drawn by a great artist but there was a signature of Aayush means he made it. A painting of a sunset beside the lake and a boat in the lake. Sun's reflection in the lake, orange sky, birds and a girl playing with four small kids beside the lake. The expressions of the girl were awesome. It was clearly defined that girl was too happy playing with that kids. Another was of the girls doing garba and only one was focused with orange chaniyacholi. The bright face and some lines of hairs on face. There were some more paintings. But a girl was a common factor. I checked the other drawer which was empty and then I opened the last drawer where there were some Certificates of art competitions in which Aayush had won. But there were some pages. Simply decorated. There was written 'Story of my life' as the title. Shanti will come in evening with Aarti after her school so I decided to read it.
There were some more pages, I catch one, I think it was last and the end of the story.
I stopped reading as it was completed.
Bell rang of the house...
There was broker of the house.
'Hey, Kaisa laga ghar?' he asked.
'Accha hai' I said 'Umm.. where are Shastri's now, do you know?'
'Haa, they shifted to mumbai now' He answered.....
I was busy in shifting. The old furniture was there. The house was well maintained and I don't had to spend more for repairing. There were three rooms in the house. It should be like, one for Mr.Shashtri and Mrs.Shashtri and one for Aayush, there son and other would use as guest room. I was just cleaning room of Aayush as I have to change the paint from blue to pink for my daughter, Aarti. There was a study table. I thought it would be empty but I incidently checked the upper drawer. There were some paintings. There were awesome paintings and it could be said that the paintings would be drawn by a great artist but there was a signature of Aayush means he made it. A painting of a sunset beside the lake and a boat in the lake. Sun's reflection in the lake, orange sky, birds and a girl playing with four small kids beside the lake. The expressions of the girl were awesome. It was clearly defined that girl was too happy playing with that kids. Another was of the girls doing garba and only one was focused with orange chaniyacholi. The bright face and some lines of hairs on face. There were some more paintings. But a girl was a common factor. I checked the other drawer which was empty and then I opened the last drawer where there were some Certificates of art competitions in which Aayush had won. But there were some pages. Simply decorated. There was written 'Story of my life' as the title. Shanti will come in evening with Aarti after her school so I decided to read it.
'Story Of My Life'
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Hey! Its Aayush Shastri. I think except my name, there is nothing cool in me. A guy who like to sit on the last bench in the corner, silent, lost in the thoughts. Ya some people believe that my drawing are also cool. I think they say 'Thanda'. Its my problem that I make positive thinks negative. My story was going very simple only but unfortunately, life was wanting something else. 27th December, 2013, I remember the date also! Well, Teacher scolded me on that day and I was really crying. A 8th std boy was crying. If I tell truth, I don't care what others think about me. All were leaving the class and I was sitting, I was sobbing, Head was down and one voice came 'What happened!'. She was Sheena Verma. And me like a child 'Teacher scolded me for not doing the h.w'
'So what? Take my notes :)' with a huge smile. Then we together came down stairs till the gate of the school. I really don't know how to make friends. But Sheena was my first friend or.... first <3. We started talking with each other but it was like she was asking and I was answering, means I was silent and force me to talk. I had not talked with my parents as much as Sheena. Sometime, We meet to study together. Jealously? Yes I had when I see her talking with another guy as I start thinking negative things in mind.
My feelings are unexplainable, Always thinking about her, Always miss her, Always try to text her but than 'The Backspace Key'.
There were some more pages, I catch one, I think it was last and the end of the story.
Be With Me A Little More...
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Three years gone like a yesterday. I am changed. Yes I am changed. I don't know how I was in 8th std. I was a invisible guy in 8th and now all know me. My personality, behaviour also the style is changed. All because of Sheena. I am really glad. Any progress in LoVe? Not really, Now also I secretly admire her. I want to ask her but I don't have a courage. I don't want to Loose her. 10th std ended. But a day that I was avoiding to come was just came. Sheena was shifting from Ahmedabad to Mumbai. She was going far away from me. How would I live without her? But It was my last day with her. I was gone to railway station to say her 'Good Bye' and Three magical words. Ya I was sure to tell her this but as I seen her face, I overthinked again. She was going from my life. She was my friend and if she said 'No' and leaved forever? I don't want to loose her. I thought alot, I was talking with her. 'Don't forget me okay'she said.
'Who are you I don't know you' We laughed. I was going to cry, I controlled my tears.
'Will you miss me' I asked. Fingures crossed.
'Ya I will, alot' she said.
There was two minute of silence, I was looking in her eyes, We were silently talking from eyes Or I was just overthinking.
'Train to Mumbai is going to depart' An annoucement.
I fixed my mind and just decided to tell her I love you.
'I...' I was going to tell and the train whistled.
She prepared and took a step to the door of the train.
Unfortunately I can't. The train depart, I sat on knees and cried after.
My story ends here....
I stopped reading as it was completed.
Bell rang of the house...
There was broker of the house.
'Hey, Kaisa laga ghar?' he asked.
'Accha hai' I said 'Umm.. where are Shastri's now, do you know?'
'Haa, they shifted to mumbai now' He answered.....
You were
You are
You will!
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