𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲.

“Bhabhi, you know what? I'm so excited!” Myra said placing the tray holding one cup of tea and one coffee with some snacks, She had dragged me out of his room early this morning, leading me onto the balcony of hers,

I held onto my tea and sipped my tea, feeling lost in the morning breeze , half-listening, half-lost in my own world.

“Why?” I asked, my voice hollow, my thoughts still clouded with the words of my family.

A wide grin spread across her face, her eyes practically sparkling.