I sat on the chair, at the bus stop letting out a sigh and looked around for the bus that could drop me back!!!

To my place.

My home.

Where-Where I can cry my heart out!!!!
I was on the verge of breaking my heart shuddering in my ribs and my eyes burning on the verge of crying.But there was no sign of  the bus, I looked at the wrist watch tied in my hand. It's 6:40.

Twenty minutes more for the bus to arrive.

I have to wait!!!

My leg tapped impatientlyas I waited for the bus it's only two minutes. My hand gripped the side of the chair I'm sitting on ,and I'm digging my nails against its surface.

Impatiently!!!!!!!!

My heart feels heavy,my eyes threatening to cry, and my lips quivering at the memory.

I bit my lip to, pressing my teeth against my lips, stopping myself from crying or anything!!!!

Right now!!!!

All I want to do is cry!!

Alot!!!!

Scream!!!

My heart out!!!

I MISS THEM!!!!

I miss them all, the shallow feeling is breaking me, into pieces...bit by bit...am dying internally missing them...craving for them...

My family.

Pulling out my airpods ,I shoved them into my ears, pressing my lips into a straight line.

And played my Spotify playlist.

Am tired!!!!

From my work, of my Life, everything!!!!

I wish the time could stop,

Right now!!

FOREVER

I wish that, i don't need to bear the hatred of my family,i pulled my mask up, covering my face and pulled my hair forth, nearly covering up my face, and rested my head against the chair.

I want this to stop!!!

I want this pain gone!!!

I want this loneliness to end.

I took another shaky breath.

"Either choose us or your career Mahi Sharma" my father's words ran across my mind and i shuddered at the impact my heart clenched.

Mahi

That's my name, from India- Indore.

Six months back, since this pain started, since I graduated, since I got the opportunity to work here in this not that big company in Abbotsford. There is no one with me of course. I left everyone- everything behind.

No one to share my sorrow.

No one to lean against crying.

No one to console me.

Saying am there for you.

Everyone choose their own agony, so did i .

Am the reason for my sadness, my pain, my loneliness!!!

My father Madhyam Sharma, is too old school for this generation!!!

He is traditional and religious enough to accept the new customs and habits.

Plus he is a police officer, which makes him more strict and sometimes incredulos too.

That's why he never allowed the girls, especially me, the pride of their family to go out of our house, except for college, that too not alone!!!

This made me an introvert, a person who hated too much crowd, a person who is afraid of making friends, afraid to open up in front of a friend group, afraid of laughing with them freely.

I left that place, everyone my family-

But still am the same-

Afraid-

Introvert-

Alone-

Broken-

Broken, because my family disowned me. My thoughts came to a halt, as I looked at my side, a guy occupied the seat beside me, and looked at me, feeling me staring at him, I looked away immediately.

I sat there indulging in my music. Lost in my own world, my own thoughts, with the most hurting flashbacks in my mind, listening to my favourite songs with THE PAINFUL LYRICS, BUT SOOTHING MUSIC.

I pulled my airpod out hearing some voice, which was barely audible due to the full volume music played into my ears.

The guy beside me, had his eyes on me, he had a mask over his face, which covered his mouth, his messy hairs covering his forehead, headphones placed around his neck, and dressed in a black. He had his eyes on me.

Did he say something?

What I couldn't hear?

"Sorry?" My voice hardly came out of my mouth.

I guess I forgot how to speak, I have had no one to talk to for so long, maybe I did.

I never spoke with my office mates, except to the manager i report whom i never said other than 'yes sir'/'ok sir'

"What are you listening to?"he repeated himself, in his deep- familiar voice, the voice was soft yet it sounded so husky. The hairs on my neck erected and my spine chilled, my body stiffened and the grip around my phone tightened.

Speak something!!!

No words came out of my mouth, my mouth went mum, as I blinked at him a couple of times, and showed him my phone with the opened playlist on it. He scrunched his eyes trying to read the words, as I realised he will never understand Hindi words or Hindi songs.

"Is it good?"he asked, bringing his gaze at me, probably seeing me enjoying the music he asked out of curiosity.

I bit my lip, remembering myself lost in the music, everyone must have noticed it.

Maybe!!!

I said nothing and just offered him the airpod in my hand, while the other was still in my ear.

He looked at me and the airpod. My eyes fixed on my hand. Why am I offering him my airpod?

Though he is a stranger?

Why do I want him to know the answer to the question he asked?

Himself.

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