(A/N : Apu/ apa/ api is used to address older sisters)

The air of Chittagong smells different from than that of Dhaka. It has been so long, I understand them better now. I should stop avoiding them, I realised that ages ago but I couldn't muster courage to face them especially after knowing everything.
I let out a deep breath I have been holding in ever since... I don't know when. I would leave after Sidra Apu's Wedding anyway, just 3months. I will hold on for 3 months more.

I hugged Uncle and Auntie as soon as they spotted me in the airport. They still love me the same. Aunt kept on hugging me, for a very long time.

" I'm so glad you are here Zay. When does your father's seminar ends? When will your parents come back from USA?", Aunt asked as we drove out of the airport,

" It will take a while. I'm not sure when they are coming back".

        We entered through a huge gate with a small sign board that read road number 1. The car came to halt in front of  a Pitch colour mansion.Surrounded by green and a  meadow in front. The yard in front is big enough to hold a banquet.There was series of similar mansion on either side of the road, only differed by the house number. It's similar to our home in Dhaka. The only thing that wasn't the same were the people.

" You will be at work from tomorrow, so let's go out on this weekend and have some fun", Aunt said enthusiastically as we took out the luggage from the car.

"I haven't got the job yet so we might not have to wait till it's weekend", I tried to laugh. But it wasn't funny to me. I wanted to do this internship. Badly. I need to have something to keep myself busy other than helping out everyone for the wedding.

Sidra and Saim ran out of the main door to hug me. Hugging them after so long feels good.

"Missed you so much , little monkey", Sidra said, her arms still wrapped around my neck.

"I have been banging my head on the wall in your memories , it was so hard to stay away from you",
I replied sarcastically.

. . .

         It's half past nine by the time We all had our dinner. We all sat in the living room and gossiped. Laughed till I started to roll on the floor. Uncle and Aunt has always been funny, Sidra  and Saim inherited their gene. They say I am way funnier. Of course I inherited...

"Oh boy, it's already quarter after 1. Everyone go to your bed. You all have work and class tomorrow", Aunt announced with a smile in her face .

"Let me help you  to go to sleep", uncle said in a flirtatious tone and offered aunt a hand.

Saim and Sidra went to their bed after bidding me goodnight.

I took my mug of coffee to balcony, connected with my bedroom. The air smells fresh.

I sipped my black coffee as I placed the phone on the chair next to me. Sitting in the balcony feels good while the room is dark and  the street light is the only light that enters through the million grating in the balcony to prevent mosquitos to enter.

After a while, the light of the room along with the balcony opposite to mine is turned on. The curtain was translucent. I could see a slim woman's figure moving.

She takes out clothes from the cupboard.Before she disappeared, I assume to bathroom, she connects her phone to the speaker. I could hear faint sound of the music.
It took me few seconds to realise the corner of my lips are curved upwards. I am smiling.
Dancing Queen?So she likes ABBA's songs too eh.

After a while, I could see her figure moving again.Her wet tresses' seemed insolent, I wanted to place them behind her ears so that I could see her face clearly. She takes out the blow drier out of her drawer and turns it on. She slowly dries her hair, running her finger gently through her hair, untangling her tresses. Suddenly
I want it that way by Backstreet boys started to play on the speaker, she started lip-syncing..using the blow drier as her mic. The warm air from the blow drier blew against her face, her  hair flapped like marilyn monroe's skirt. She sang along and swirled in the room.
I stood up to go to bed. It felt like I was intruding someone else's privacy. It must be already 2 a.m.
I might get late for the interview.

I went to bed and instantly fell asleep.

       Next morning I was up by 8: 30 a.m. Interview is at 9: 30 a.m.
Saim already left when we all were at breakfast table.

"Oh do you know, the room opposite to yours is your boss lady's room. You can clearly see her from your balcony. We talk in sign languages whenever we see each other from balcony...hey Zay take a bread, you look skinnier than last time I saw you in Dhaka", Sidra muttered while her mouth is full of bread and egg.

Boss lady with good taste in music.

By the time I got out of the house, it was already 9:15 a.m.
Zay you better run, my son.