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13th March, 1996:
It's been a month since I've been away from home and yet not one day goes by when I don't miss my mother.
The city is a cruel place where you are judged on the basis of the money you have, and my father doesn't have any. I do not like the fact that my father has to work day and night at the beckon of our new masters, but my father's advice keeps ringing back into my ears every time I go to talk to him about it. He definitely looks sadder without Maa, but he tells me that he will get used to it.
We talk to Maa every week and I cry my heart out to her, something that I've been doing with you as well. She asks me to remain strong and radiates such positivity, it gives me the strength to live each day with a new hope. She tells me about life back at the village; I tell her about the life in the city. But things aren't even as bad as I seem to be telling you.
The city is beautiful, only the life in it isn't.
Here, no one is considered or known as who they are, but are rather associated from the kind of background they come from. And I've got my own categorization - a driver's son. My father tells me that it is alright, that not everyone gets to have the cream of life. He tells me that life works in a circle where if you are in rags today, there will come a time where the riches are beneath you.
But it is immaterial, as he tells me. Value hard work and honesty above success and money. Be trustworthy and the world will know. I get his point as I can see my master give him a benevolent smile every time my father drops him back home, and I feel happy. Atleast our master can see the goodness about my father.
My master is very curious as a person. He is the textbook definition of a true businessman in terms of his profession, yet there is something that contradicts the whole outlook drastically. Maybe it's because he is kind hearted whn most businessmen are not. Or maybe because he's genuine. But either way, I like him a lot. There are men who are rich and upscale, but few are gentlemen who are humble and down to earth. My master is the latter. Resent as I do the workload upon my father, I do respect my master.
He is benevolent, and there are no two ways about it. He has enrolled me into the school where all the other kids of the household go and pays my fees as well. He lets us have a three time meal with the food, and doesn't let me do tedious chores. The other members of the house dislike this treatment, I see, but for now, I'm alright with it.
The kids of the house are nice to me, even though the boys do say mean things about me behind my back. But it doesn't matter. Baba tells me that this is how people like us are treated, and to be honest, I dislike this society.
But does my view even count? I don't think so. But I'm getting accustomed to it. During the time we have free, Baba takes me sight-seeing around the city and it's a good change from the suffocating pretentiousness of the rich. Baba and I spend time roaming the bustling streets of Mumbai, getting a taste of the 'Bombayya Life', as it is known. Nights, we simply discuss our day back at the servants' quarters (which is pretty decent and comfortable for us), where I imitate how the different members of the family behave like, making sure obviously that the door is shut.
Baba laughs out loud, even though I can see him look at the door apprehensively to make sure that nobody is overhearing. The two of us laugh and share our thoughts on this new, mysterious life, wondering how it would feel like to go back to our village and feel the simplicity return into our life. But before we can wonder too much, sleep claims us swiftly, the exhaustion from the day doing its job with effect.
But I've learnt to live with it and it is alright, really. I think that will be all for now.
Ranveer caught the pen in between his teeth as he looked at his diary uncertainly for a moment. He looked around the room swiftly to make sure that nobody was peeking in. Heaving a sigh of relief, he took the pen back into his hand, and wrote quickly into the book.
His cheeks were now slightly red as he furiously scrawled into the page with his characteristic, thin writing, a dreamy look over his boyish features.
Okay, fine. I'll admit it for it would be treacherous on my part not to do so.
Life in the city is bearable because I did find something over here in this one month. Curious? Yes, you must be. Alright, here it is. I've found love. There, I said it. Love, love, love. You must think me crazy, but that is the truth. I am in love. With whom, you must wonder?
Okay, I'll say it.
I'm in love with Ishaani, my master's daughter.
She too, moved in last month with her mother. I remember seeing her for the first time, descending down the staircase in that pink dress of hers, and I could have sworn that I'd never seen anything more pure or beautiful in my life than in that moment. She looked just like an angel - fair-complexioned and rosy with long, wavy black hair. She is a little short for her age, but she's healthy otherwise.
Her face was alight with the most dazzling smile, her eyes sparkling with happiness, before they met my own ones that were peeking through the pillar. Coal black eyes and the mosy stunning ones as it stirred something deep within my soul. She smiled at me radiantly and rubbed her finger against her nose. I unconsciously did the same, and she laughed at me.
I did not dare approach her for I assumed that she wouldn't like me at all, just like all the other kids. I chose to stay away, throwing away the thoughts of ever being friends with her. A thought that now appears every single night in my dreams. She was unattainable. Nobody would make friends with a person like me - a servant.
But I like her a lot. She is kind, sweet and upfront. We study in the same school and I've heard that she is pretty smart too. School over here is quite much tougher and more competitive, but I know that I have good strengths in Maths, something that most of class highly lack.
We aren't friends yet and the thought of approaching her scares me. But I'm content to have an unnamed relationship with her, a relationship that only contains the smile we share with each other every time we lock eyes or cross paths. I don't have any friend at school either but that's fine with me.
As long as Ishaani is around, I'm okay with everything.
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