The Needed Pep Talk Part 1

It was his 4th cup of chai in the kullad. He admits that he don't like teas very much but he has now grown used to the taste of tea.He chuckled at the memory.

Flashback

"Bhai, drink this."

A little girl of 8 was running behind the boy with a kullad  in her little hands.

She was trying to make the elder boy, who is her brother drink the content in the kullad.

The boy was running for his life.

"NO!!!!!!!!NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Who in the world will drink that volcano like hot drink?"He shrieked

The girl  was annoyed with him.

A giggling 6 years old came in front of  him.

"Bhai!Bhai If you don't drink it, I'll not help you to steal hot chocolate and strawberry ice cream at night."The  6 years old threatened him with a not so sweet and cute voice.

"Anni, Chutki, okay give it." He sighed and drank the tea made by his sisters only to be rewarded with lots of chocolates and  ice cream at night.

Ends

His eyes starts watering at the memory. His sisters used to make tea for him, when they were together, they used to make it at times of rainy season or when he have a high fever. They make sure that their brother won't taste any bitter things which will ruin their sweet brothers sweetness.This was theorized  by the great Ri/Chutki or better known as Gauri Singh Raizada used to theorized some weird theories.She might ended up being a professor, analyst or some business women if she was present with him in flesh.

He smiled for a while remembering his Ri's antics.

Chutki, where are you? I miss you.

A tear made its way to cascade down from his eyes. He wiped it.

His hand, which was resting on his lap went near to the drawer near to the stand which is placed by the sofa in which he was sitting.

He took out some slam books. He opened the first page. He saw a childish drawing made by his Anni. She is an amazing artist and singer. Whenever she is sad, she never shares her pain and draws till her hands didn't pain. Sometimes she lets her pain consume herself and make her distant from everyone. Her drawings tells and reflects her feelings perfectly. Advaay understands once he took notice of her drawing and the man or women whoever it was, surely had to pay for making his Anni sad.

He wants to teach Anni drawing and make her an artist and singing. Her singing was food to his soul.

He turned another page. He came across some scribbles.

Like everyone I crave,
For the last 5 minute sleep.

Like everyone I prefer,
My bed over my text books.

Like everyone I love,
Chocolates more than salad.

Like everyone I opt
To be little lazy on weekends.

Like everyone I want,
Live my life on my own will.

After reading that small piece of scribble written by his sister, he remembered Anni's sleeping antics. He can't forgot Anni's love for sleep. She used to sleep like a donkey and most of the times he had to make her ready and carry her on his back to school with Chutki following her elder siblings in toe.

He started laughing happily and freely with opening his heart.

Anya came running towards him with hearing a hearty laugh of Advaay which left her shocked. He never laughed like this in front of anyone but her.

She saw a child-like innocent Advaay face glowing with glee and mirth which in turn made her smile.

But every good things doesn't  last forever, they have to come to an end.

His laughter stopped and he started crying like a child. Seeing his vulnerable state made Anya go close to him and she hugged him.

He hugged her back and cried his heart out on her shoulder.

To be continued.

The part is  going to be biggest one so I break it into two parts. How's the surprise? It's updated as Jalkukda crossed 11K reads.

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