I arrived at the 'DESHPANDE MANSION', my home. Nothing has changed, the gates are still tall, though the guard is different. I get down from the auto and pay the auto driver. I ask the guard to open the gate he refuses! i tell him that i own this house, he laughs and says then i own this state. I am a little irritated but it is not his fault that he doesn't know me, i call Anupam uncle, he comes gives me a long look. I see surprise and a tinge of sadness in his eyes which reflects my image which looks blurred maybe his eyes are watering but he turns away and calls a servant to pick my luggage, four servants come but i send them away i have habituated to do my work on my own. Even when i was a kid my mum was very particular about me being independent.
I enter my house and i don't feel good, nothing has changed be it the staircase or the chandelier the placement of the furniture nothing, there are minute changes like the curtains and the trophies on the mantle have increased. This house was to my mum's taste everything perfect and sober. I am a bit sober too but it is a habit i acquired from my attempts to be like her during my childhood. my mum designed this house with the help of our architect, she designed the office too. I feel uncle's hand on my shoulder he says " Amulya you will be tired why don't you go to your room and take some rest. I nod and start climbing the stairs looking at the people who are gawking at me
I enter my room and i feel like i have been slapped in the face, my room which was mine 8 years back still looks the way i left it except it is cleaned. My novels, basket ball, paintings every thing is in the same place. i pull out the secret draw under the bed where i used to hide things such as slam books tissues from ice cream shops etc.. which i considered important to me. I hope mum would not have seen them though it is nothing but old memories still...i like my privacy. I fall on the old bean bag and for an unknown reason i start to cry, i decide to open the window for some fresh air as it might calm me. i turn to the window. I hear foot steps and a knock i don't turn around then a beautiful voice calls out to me "hey precious" its Ameena i turn and run to hug her.
I enter my house and i don't feel good, nothing has changed be it the staircase or the chandelier the placement of the furniture nothing, there are minute changes like the curtains and the trophies on the mantle have increased. This house was to my mum's taste everything perfect and sober. I am a bit sober too but it is a habit i acquired from my attempts to be like her during my childhood. my mum designed this house with the help of our architect, she designed the office too. I feel uncle's hand on my shoulder he says " Amulya you will be tired why don't you go to your room and take some rest. I nod and start climbing the stairs looking at the people who are gawking at me
I enter my room and i feel like i have been slapped in the face, my room which was mine 8 years back still looks the way i left it except it is cleaned. My novels, basket ball, paintings every thing is in the same place. i pull out the secret draw under the bed where i used to hide things such as slam books tissues from ice cream shops etc.. which i considered important to me. I hope mum would not have seen them though it is nothing but old memories still...i like my privacy. I fall on the old bean bag and for an unknown reason i start to cry, i decide to open the window for some fresh air as it might calm me. i turn to the window. I hear foot steps and a knock i don't turn around then a beautiful voice calls out to me "hey precious" its Ameena i turn and run to hug her.
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