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Adhaa neenga irukkinga'le?

(Aren't you there with me?)

Those words might be simple for her, but for me, they sparked a maddening change. She changed, not in any real sense, but solely through my eyes.

On the way to her house, I silently followed her, pausing my bike before resuming. Even in the evening sunlight, the animals in human form are more natural nowadays, so I didn't think twice about safeguarding her until she reached home safely.

Then, I went to that old man's house, parked the bike, and headed straight to my room, giving a glance at him who was sitting on the couch with another elderly man in front of him.

Furrowing my brows, I left the place, closed the door behind me, removed my watch, took out my key, phone, and wallet from pockets, placing them safely. Then, unbuttoning my shirt, I tossed it into the laundry bucket, and headed for a hot bath to warm up from the chilly weather.

Afterward, I emerged with towel wrapped around my waist, and stood in front of the mirror, lost in thoughts about her plan.

The only thought running through my mind was, what if Vinitha ma'am or the coordinators at the Naan Mudhalvan course club found out that Seetha was selected for the chairperson position, but Jiji is working instead her?

If Vinitha ma'am called her parents to inquire about Seetha's absence, the entire plan would collapse. I doubt those two best friends, who support each other in life, are not aware enough to consider this way of possibility.

The negative possibilities swirling in my mind were unsettling, What would Vinitha ma'am do if she found out? If she called Seetha's father to inquire about her absence, how would he react? That could be the last day Seetha and I could see each other. So, what should I do to get rid of this problem now?

Thinking of some ideas, I ran my fingers through my beard and noticed that had grown more than usual. I sighed, realizing I hadn't noticed it before my bath, and decided to trim it in the morning.

Then, changing into a loose white vest and cream-colored shorts, I plopped down on the balcony attached to my room, lost in a same thoughts.

But when I heard a phone ringing sound, I stood up, grabbed the phone from the table, and sat back down on the balcony bean bag to answer Elango's call.

After sharing my idea about the part-time job, Elango wished me the best of luck. And, I decided to keep Seetha's involvement a secret, not wanting anyone to interfere in my growing connection with her. Yet, she openly admits her feelings, and now the whole class and college know she has a crush on me; even her close friends are aware that she loves me.

Olaru vaai !

(Blabbering mouth)

I chuckled, and declined Elango's call after hearing his rants. Then, I shifted my thoughts back to how to keep Seetha from getting caught by her parents or Vinitha ma'am, and concluded that her only escape would be through her invisible power.

That is..,

If Vinitha ma'am or some coordinators asked Jiji about their replacement or inquired about Seetha's absence, Jiji could say that Seetha had stepped outside and call her to inform her of the situation.

Then, using her invisible power, I could drop Seetha off at college on my bike, and she can become visible to answer their questions. But, it would be stressful and require a lot of...

Wait, but why the fuck am I not stopping her from taking this risk for me? I should have told her no to her plan right then, but even now, I can't bring myself to do it.

I also don't want to explain anything to myself-no whys, whats, or wheres when it comes to my thoughts about her.

Groaning, and scratching the back of my head, to divert my thoughts from the part-time job, I searched for information on studies about invisible powers.

"Are there any documented cases of invisible powers that have been reported in Japan?"

While searching for this on Google, I came across an article that mentioned,

"They are the ultimate form of camouflage. Put one on, and you disappear from view. One saved Harry Potter from many tight scrapes, and in the film Die Another Day the technology provided James Bond with the ultimate escape vehicle, an invisible car.

But now Japanese scientists have turned fantasy into reality by creating an invisibility cloak that makes it possible to see straight through its wearer. He, or she, simply vanishes from view"

As I read through the article, I learned that every power has its limits, including the power of invisibility.

I also discovered that a famous research laboratory had worked for many years to find a way to make someone invisible, but it was recently destroyed due to the feather of..

A bird ?

Frowning, I searched for more information about that incident and learned that the research was conducted by Hinata Institution in Japan, a branch of Minato College, which I had heard about from someone.

Just as I was trying to recall who it was, a message popped up on my screen,

+91 9876543210 : "Reached?"

Thinking to save her number first, I clicked on the message with a smile and replied,

"Yes"

+91 9876543210: "Seri"

(Okay)

With a smile, I responded to her message with a rosy-cheeked smiling emoji, then returned to the article, still pondering about Minato College. Then, when I was about to search for more information about it, I was interrupted again by her,

+91 9876543210 : "Nalaiku work start panlaa'le?"

(Shall we start our work tomorrow?)

I replied directly from the notification screen with a simple 'yes,' without opening the WhatsApp, then dismissed it to focus on studying about the College. But then, another message popped up,

+91 9876543210 : "Naan 3.30 bus'le yaeri vandhudren. 5 o'clock anga vandhuduven. Neenga wait pannunga, ulla poidaadhinga"

(I will by the 3:30 bus. I'll be there by 5 o'clock. Wait for me; don't go inside)

I replied,

"Okay, ma"

But she sent another one asking if I had my dinner.

Frustrated, I simply typed,

"I am busy. Will talk to you later"

I sent the message before downloading the article about the college, then turned off my internet connection before starting to read it.

Without noticing the time, I completely immersed myself in learning more about the research and the Institution. However, upon hearing a throat clearing sound, I clicked my tongue in annoyance and turned to see that old man looking at me. He said,

"It's 11 pm, Aayush. You should eat something"

And he left the balcony. With a sigh, leaning back to look at the clock on my room's wall-it was exactly 11. Realizing I had to cook, I closed all the tabs on my phone, plugged it in to charge, and waited for another ten minutes. Because, I didn't want to seem like his typical or even a son who jumps at his every word. Finally, I headed downstairs toward the kitchen.

And when I arrived there, I saw him setting a bowl of something on the counter. He glanced at me, then quietly left the kitchen.

What? Did he really think I would eat the food he prepared? It might as well be poison to me. After all, he's the same man who murdered my mother-his own wife.

So, without even touching the bowl, I made myself dosas with chutney and ate them while sitting on the kitchen countertop, my mind still preoccupied with the article's thoughts. Afterward, I heated some milk and sipped it, standing near the stove, leaning back against the counter with my left hand resting beside me on the counter .

Suddenly, when my thoughts shifted from the article to Seetha's message, I sighed, wondering if my curt reply had upset her. So, I checked the time and hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to call her or not. But eventually, I dialed her number.

"Hello"

I heard her soft whisper on the other end, and it brought a smile to my face.

"Innum thoongalayaa nee?"

(You still haven't slept?)

I asked.

"Adhaa neenga varen'nu sonningle?"

(Did you not say you would come back?)

She asked, stifling a huge yawn. It was cute, but I couldn't fully grasp it because her words made me squint in confusion.

"What?"

I asked.

"Enna what?"

She asked back, clueless.

"Naan varen'nu sonnanaa?"

(Did I say I would come?)

"Aama, will talk to you later nu sonningle?"

(Yes, didn't you say you would talk to me later?)

I frowned and then I thought about the message I had sent her earlier, and let out a deep sigh.

"Maa, enna ma nee? Adhukkaaga thoongaama muluchu irundhiyaa ivlo neram?"

(Hey, what are you? Did you not sleep just because of that?)

"Aama. Neenga varen nu sonninga.. Apro, naan neenga varumbodhu illanaa enna nenappinga..adhaa wait pannen"

(Yes. You said you would come... So, if I'm not there at that time, what do you think? That's why I waited for you)

"Seethaaa.. "

I dragged and shook my head, balancing the phone between my shoulder and ear as I washed the cup after finishing the milk.

"Ennaachu?"

(What happened?)

She asked.

"Inga paaru, I have plenty of works. Seriyaa? Adhukku nadula yaaraadhu peseetu irundhaa enaku naan enna reply pandren nu kooda theriyaadhu, ma. Adha poi nenachuttu nee thoongaama irundhrukka?"

(Look, I have plenty of work, okay? If someone was talking in between, I wouldn't even know what I replied, ma. Not realizing this, you just stayed awake thinking about it?)

"Appo kaduppula sonninglaa?"

(Then, you said that in frustration?)

She whispered, softly. I smiled.

"Un Mela irundhu kaduppu illa. Work'le irundha stress'le dha. Ipdi pannaadha inimel"

(It's not the frustration towards you; it's just stress from work. Don't do like this anymore)

"Appo neenga unmaiyaave soldringlaa, illa kaduppula soldringlaa'nu naan epdi therinjukardhaam?"

(So, how would I know if you're telling the truth or just saying it out of frustration?)

Her voice came out raspy and sulky. I chuckled and replied,

"Naan koopdanum'naa naane soldren. Appo kooptu paesu"

(If I have to call, then I'll say it myself. Then you can talk to me)

"Appo enakku pesanum'nu thonuchu'naa?"

(So what if I need to talk to you?)

I paused for a second, placing the cup back on the shelf, and said,

"Seri, ini kaduppula sollala. Yeppo naalum pesu, aana naan wait pann'nu sonnaa mattum indha maadhiri night time'le thoongaama wait panneetu iunkaadha"

(Okay, I won't say it in frustration anymore. You can talk anytime, but if I tell you to wait, you shouldn't stay up at night waiting like this)

"Seri okay"

I smiled and asked,

"Mm saap.."

(Mm.. had your..)

I paused mid-sentence when I spotted that old man at the kitchen entrance.

"Saaptelaa?"

(Had your dinner?)

I heard her, and I cleared my throat and answered,

"Haan?.. Haan saapten. Nee?"

(Haan.. Haan.. yes.. you?)

I ignored him and walked past, hurrying up the stairs two steps at a time while talking to her. The terrace was always my favorite spot, adorned with pillows and bedsheets, making it a cozy place for me to relax.

After talking to her for a minute, despite her series of yawns, I told her to go to sleep while leaning against the wall and wishing her goodnight. She playfully reminded me not to enter her dreams, as usual and declined the call.

Smiling, I looked up at the moon and recalled her words about how I should speak to my mother without crying.

I began ranting and sharing everything with my mother, smiling as I realized that the highlight of my day was undoubtedly filled with the only person, that is.. Seetha.

Reflecting on my constant thoughts about her lately, I wondered whether she was the one who fell in love with me first or if it was me.

But I can understand that such feelings I had on her were clearly unexplainable.

I smiled, shaking my head and Amma would be more happy to see how my tears have transformed now into something else-something that is and will always be close to my heart.

I knew Seetha had become the center of my world, and while I didn't regret it. But still a twinge of fear gripped me at the thought of her leaving me, just like my mother did.

But then I remembered her saying that she hadn't left me even when I scolded her, so how could she possibly leave just because I got closer to her? So, feeling more at ease, I smiled, resting my hand under my head on the pillow.

Slowly, I drifted off to sleep, comforted by the moonlight that radiated my mother's presence around me for the first time.

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