Chapter 4.
Pillows, Check. Quilt, Check. Bedsheets, Check. Laundry Basket, Check.
"And tell me, if you go home and realize that one of these things on the list are unchecked what will you do?"
"Will you not be able to come out of your house again? or are you planning on going into hibernation? I mean what is this failed attempt at trying to being organized and getting everything in your life in order. You know right, no matter how much you try? you'll still forget something."
"Prem but I've checked the list twice and I don't think I'm forgetting anything," Heer replied in protest.
"You didn't even put it in the list," Prem quietly murmured.
"WHAT? I forgot WHAT?" Heer shouted. Almost feeling threatened that someone had challenged her planning skills. How could she, the most organized person to ever exist forget to put something on a list. Prem has honestly lost his mind, it's been 4 hours since I met him for the first time and he's already passing judgments on my organization? I mean who does he think he is?
"Heer calm down, you have forgotten something very important. You've forgotten how to live in the present."
Heer: How did he do that? In four hours he described Heer's biggest dilemma. Something she had forgotten while taking care of life's responsibilities and problems. She had entirely almost forgot how to live in the movement and enjoy each passing second. She was constantly regretting her past and she was in constant fear of the future. That's what she hated about herself, the inability to enjoy the moment and suddenly this person has come in her life and has started pointing out her most deep-rooted guarded secrets.
"Heer, Heer; behri hogayi ho kya?"
"Sorry, I just zoned out. If you are lucky enough to know me any better, you would notice that I tend to zone out on a regular basis. Much more than a normal person would do so. I like to live in my own world; I feel it's much better than this reality. You know, when you are in your own world, you are your own boss. No one can dictate what your life will entail."
"No need to be so serious; and don't worry I am sure I will get to know you really well, a little too well maybe." claimed Prem.
Heer had settled in well. She loved the city, the wetness and the openness of the this new place. The people were so friendly and welcoming, the city had whole heartedly accepted her. And she had embraced the city, it's ways, it's positives, it's negatives, it's friends and it's lovers. Lovers or lover. Prem, Prem, Prem. Translated to Love, Love, Love. How can you not love someone who's named love?
"Hi Maa, How are you doing?
Main theek Hoon Beta, tum kaisay ho, Khana Kha rahay ho ya nahin? Time par sojatay toh ho na? Neend poori horahi hai? Dost kaisay hai tumharay? Sab theek hai na? Ghar toh nahi miss kar rahay?"
"Maa, will you let me speak? What is this Karan Johar Rapid Fire Avatar that suddenly takes over you whenever you call me. Like calm down, I don't plan on winning the coffee hamper. Keep it for yourself," an annoyed Prem exclaimed.
Chup kar Prem, Tu kabhi nahi badlay gay na? Har waqt mujhe tokna, mazaak uraana? Tu kabhi nahi badlay ga.
"Acha batao, Hows the New Semster going? Do you like your new modules? Are they interesting? Have any new Indians come in?" his mom continued again.
"MOM, not again. Let me speak. Yes I'm eating, sleeping, walking, talking properly, in no manner you would deem inappropriate.
I love my new modules, they have to be the most interesting subjects out of all the years I've been studying. And to top it all off, I'm passionate about it, so that always helps? Doesn't it? Passion makes all the difference."
"Aur," almost saying it with a certainty that her son had something more to say, something special.
"Aur, Heer."
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