'Now, what should I do? Now, I am the one who cannot differentiate reality and dream. What's the purpose of this hourglass if I am unable to use it in a timely manner? Last time when I used it, I was only able to go back about thirty minutes past. And, here, it is about two years. Is there anyone who can tell me what to do now?'
The next day...
It was a fresh morning just as usual, but I woke up with swollen eyes from crying hard last night.
'Arghhhhhh! What to do now? I can't understand anything? Should I tell him everything? Why am I feeling like I am the villain of my life story itself? I can't understand anything. What's the use of this darn thing (holding the hourglass) if I can't use it properly! 'Ahhhhhhhhh!' I shouted in the bathroom while stretching my hair.
'Hey! Stop shouting! What are you babbling loudly about? Can't just shower quietly and come out?' scolded my mother.
'Look, who is telling? Always murmurs whenever in the bathroom and talks to all those invisible people in the bathroom. I wonder who these patient listeners in the bathroom are. You insult them and badmouth them. Like daughter, like mother,' said father in a mocking tone.
'Those are your those damn relatives. Those two-faced people really irritate my mind. Never helps me in my work during family reunions. Am I their housemaid or someone else? And you never help me in my work, either. Always sits on that chair with that big belly button open with a newspaper in his hand. Just like a lousy panda. And this girl too. Never does anything. Only locks herself in her own room and murmurs all day doing nothing. I don't even know what she has in that darn phone of hers. Just like daughter, like father. Hmpph!'
(To myself in my mind) 'Lol! When did I take a wild-card entry in their conversation?'
'Okay! Okay! Wait! Our new house is being constructed, right! When the construction and decoration will complete, we will hire housemaids. Your do not even have to work then,' said father.
'Hmpph'
Anyways, I completed my shower and went straight to my room to lock myself in my room again. I really now think that I need counselling. My head will burst with so many thoughts altogether.
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On the other side,
'Man! Who was this beautiful girl? I can't seem to take my mind off her beauty. What she told! Her name is Rina. The name and face are so familiar. Wait! She was even apologising to me. For what! Was she my girlfriend, somehow? Did she cheat on me? Haaa! I can't remember anything.'
Knock! Knock!
'Yes!'
'Breakfast is ready, Young Master,' said one of our housemaids.
'Okay, cominggg!'
'Dhur! I don't have any memories about this so-called complicated family, either. Everybody is annoying here. That stepbrother is even more annoying. Even though he is now the official heir of the Donxi company of my father, his behaviour is the worst. He is now working as the vice president of the company. I wonder how his employees and co-workers cope with him.'
I went down to the dining room.
(To his own mind) 'Okay! Now! Who is that black- and white-haired man? Is he my father? I don't even know what to say. He kind of looks like me. Maybe, he is my father. Baba! It has been about two years; he has never shown himself to me. But today? What happened? Has the sun risen in the west?'
'Why did it take so much time for you to come down for breakfast? Don't you know any etiquette?' said that middle-aged man.
'Etiquette? Huh! How will he know about that? He has a car accident. Two years ago! Of course! He has to be kept and maintained like a doll in the house! Hahaha!' said Rahul.
(In Bhaskar's mind) 'Lol! Here it goes again, like a broken radio. My ears ache listening to him, even!'
'Stop it! Eat and go to study! Today after work, I will come to you to ask questions about different problems and cases faced day-to-day at work and how to solve them as a president of a big company like ours.'
'Okay! Okay! Calm down, all of you! Bhaskar, come here and eat it,' said the stepmother in a sweet tone but with a snaky smile.
(In Bhaskar's mind) 'Anyways, just sit down, eat breakfast and escape from home. Just you wait. When I become rich, I will run away from this darn family and, if possible, live a simple life. I hate always being locked in these four walls and being followed by so many bodyguards and spies appointed by my father. It is as if they are recording each and every one of my actions for my father. I want to be an actor. I want to hire my own bodyguards who are trustworthy for me. I will travel to different places. Just you wait!'
(To be continued)