Taruk-01
T A R U K
I hate her. No, that’s not enough- I despise her.
I really don’t want to go there, but I have to because my university is located there. I also want to escape from here because the last four years have been frustrating for me. If I spend one more month here, I might end up in a mental asylum.
There’s just one major issue: it’s her-the crazy girl who drives me absolutely insane. Every time I think about her, I feel this overwhelming combination of frustration and irritation. It’s hard to put into words just how complicated my feelings are. She has this way of getting under my skin, and although I find her antics maddening, there’s a part of me that can’t help but be captivated by her unpredictability. It’s such a whirlwind of emotions that I struggle to clear it all in just one word. Fuck!!
Stop it, Taruk! You will enjoy yourself there. No one else matters to you-just keep breathing.
“Taruk, dinner is ready; please come downstairs.” This is my maa, who is more excited than I am, but at the same time, she is also terrified of sending me there.
I step downstairs and see my sister attacking her Maggi like it just insulted her. Noodles are flying everywhere, and I’m pretty sure she just slurped up half the bowl! It’s like watching a pig at a noodle party!
Wait, she didn’t give me Maggie. How could she do that?
“What the hell, Richa? Tumne mujhe maggie nahi di? Mujhe? How dare you!” I said to her, only for her to ignore me like I am the problem.
“Are you paying attention to me, or is your brain taking a nap?”
“Oh my gosh, Taruk! There’s just one thing missing from this whole chat,” she said, making me curious. “What is it?” I asked, thinking she was about to crack a hilarious joke about me.
“dhum tananananananan!! from saath nibhana shathiya!” she said, laughing maniacally. I fucking knew it.
“hahahaha very funny”
“I know, I can see your face; you look pissed off,” she said, laughing. Oh God, she’s laughing as if I’m some joke.
[If emojis were allowed in books, I would include them every sentence.(rone wali emoji guys!!!!)]
“Don’t argue, dono. Tum dono bade ho gaye ho, toh bachon ki tarah kyun behave kar rahe ho?” Maa said, becoming irritated because of us.
“Okay! First tell me, Aapne bnaya kya hain?” I asked her, knowing that my mum would make paneer for me because she knows how much I like it. After leaving here, it will be many years before I can come back.
“Baigan ki sabji” what the hell! I didn’t hope for this.
“Aayein,” Richa said, pushing the plate. I might not see her reacting to food whenever Maa makes baingan in the USA, and I’m going to miss our banter about everything. I’m really going to miss all of this.
I doubled over in laughter, clutching my stomach like I was auditioning for a comedy show, just to get under her skin. Honestly, there’s nothing quite like the joy of annoying her—it’s my pasandida hobby!
“Have you packed the bags?” Papa asked from behind, coming to eat his favorite baingan ki sabji. God, I just don’t like it. Okay, I was laughing a minute ago at Richa, but it was just to irritate her.
“Yes, Papa, I have packed my bags. You know how punctual your son is,” I replied.
Richa laughed at the reply; not only Richa, but also Maa and Papa. I will never forget this betrayal.
“Okay, listen. When you go there, Akira Aunty will pick you up, and Alizeh is also going to help you.”
“She will help me,” I chuckled. “Papa, you don’t have to worry; I will take care of everything.” I clenched my jaw. I don’t want to think about her. Thinking about her drives me insane.
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Sometimes I want to set the world on fire. Sometimes I want to disappear from this world.
Yes, I distance myself when I feel upset or sad. Right now, I want someone to break my heart so brutally.
Why the fuck am I like this?
I just want someone in my life, even if it’s a friend, to tell everything to whenever I feel like this. I want to hug someone and cry on their shoulder.
I have friends—close friends, in fact—but I love them more than I allow myself to be loved by them. Even when they try to show their love, I distance myself because I know that, among so many people, they will never choose me.
Oh, just stop you dumbfucker! You have a flight tomorrow; just sleep. Otherwise, you will be late. You can’t act like this; you are going to live the way you imagine. You have worked so hard for this.
Why am I crying like this? because that motherfucker friend of mine is ghosting me, and I don’t know why. Because of this, I am feeling lonely.
God knows what is in store for me. Will I find someone, or will I be left alone?
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