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forgot about it…” I said. “The friend you mentioned is my brother, Oh my god…” Neha said.

“Hey, Bro. No dance classes today. I gave her some work. You can help her tomorrow at our home.” She said. “Is she coming to our home…?” he asked excited. “Yeah!” she said. “I should first ask Mrs. Mehta about it.” “What…? Don’t you give up now…?” Neha shrieked. I heard Mr. Mehta’s truck pulling in. “I have an idea, baby sis...” “Don’t call me that…” Neha slapped. “What’s the idea, anyway?”

“Ask Mr. Mehta now…” he said pointing towards his truck. “No need of that… I’ll ask myself.”I said but without even hearing she ran towards Mr. Mehta.

By the time I reached him, he was nodding nervously. “See, your dad agreed.”She said loudly to me. I glanced at him uncomfortably. She left us calling over the time at which I have to come.

“I’m sorry that she called you my dad…” I said tentatively as soon as we are on the road. He smiled at me. “We consider you as our Sapna already…” he said. I smiled at him.


I helped Mrs. Mehta with cleaning the house and doing the dishes. I ran back to my room and started to work on the assignment. It took me even lesser time than I thought. As soon as I finished Mrs. Mehta called me.

“Megha…your friend is on phone.” She said handing down the receiver to me. “Megha, I forgot about it, I never thought about it until Aryan mentioned it. Do you know our address…? Never mind, Aryan is coming to pick you up at 9.45 tomorrow.” She said. I felt uncomfortable talking to her. I mean it’s not even my house... do you get what I mean. It’s like I’m misusing their kindness. “What else?” she asked.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow…” I said cutting her line off. “I’m sorry; I will make sure that none calls me again.” I said and turned to go upstairs.

“Megha… “Mrs. Mehta stopped me by holding hands. “We consider you part of the family… please don’t think that we are doing some favor to you… This is your home and I’m like your mom…” she said.

Tears rolled in my eyes at the thought of me having my own home and mom. I hugged her and cried. “Please call me mom from now on…” she said. “And my dad…”Mr. Mehta said coming in. “What no hug for me…?” he said, I ran to him and hugged him to. From the corner of my eye I saw Sapna shimmering. I went back to my room after that, Sapna was crying sitting on the window sill.

“I’m sorry…” I said squeezing her vapory hand it felt like I was trying to hold cool breezes. “Don’t be… I should thank you… I mean you literally filled my place in their hearts.” She said. She cried hugging me.

Next morning, I woke up early helped my parents with daily chores and got dressed and waited in the balcony by 9a.m. Mehta’s smiled at me seeing me strolling aimlessly. “Didn’t she mention that he would be here only after 9.30?” she asked. I nodded.

“Come on in and watch some TV until then.” she called from kitchen. “It’s okay…Mom…” I called. I hear a loud thump and turned to see Mrs. Mehta staring at me affectionately with tear stained eyes, I ran to her. “Is everything okay?” I asked. “What did you call me before? Please call me once again…” “Mom…” I mumbled. She hugged and cried…”Thank you…”

She done the rest of the chores excited that day. I was staring at her happily, I was happy that I made her happy. I heard someone honk and I ran to see Aryan alighting from the car. “Bye…Mom.” I said grabbing the book which I set on the stone bench outside the house. “Don’t be late…” Mom called.

“I won’t be…” I said. Mr. Mehta walked in at the same time. “Bye, dad…” I called. He beamed with joy. Aryan was all smiling and he opened the door for me. “They seem to be really happy…” he said. I nodded.

Their house is 15 min drive from our farm. At the very first glance, I stared at it wide mouthed. He parked in front of the main door, a person in white uniform rushed towards us. Aryan threw him the keys and he took the vehicle into the parking lot where there are many other cars like that. He opened the doors for me, “Welcome to my sweet home…”he said.

As I set my eyes on the interior of the house, I was speechless it’s like a film set in one of the Karan Johar’s movie. I said the same to him. He laughed merrily at that. He sat me on the chair and called for Neha… At the center of the hall there are broad steps on which a red carpet is laid. Neha glided through the steps and landed right in front of me. “Good, you are here. Mom….” She called at the top of her voice.

A woman walked in. She was wearing a blue jean and a handloom kurti above it. Neha ran to her and dragged her towards me. She is graceful and stylish at the same time

“Guess who she is?” she asked. “Megha…right?” she said. I opened my mouth in disbelief. “Neha hasn’t shut her mouth ever since you became friends. She likes you very much…” she said catching my hands and gently pulling me towards her in a light hug. “Even Aryan has so much to tell about you…” she said.

“Mom…” Aryan gestured her to stop. “I smiled at him. She called a servant and ordered him to bring drinks for us. “How is your college?” she asked conversationally. “Good, aunty.” I said tentatively.

“I’m glad that Mehta’s took you in…” she said. I smiled weakly. Aryan gestured her not to talk about it, “They were distraught when Sapna died but after your coming I see some life in Mr. Mehta’s face.” She said. “Mom…Please can you just stop it…” Aryan said. “It’s okay…” I said to him.

“Wait… Hold on a second. What are you talking about?” Neha asked. “Madam…” One of the servants interrupted us. “You go and have fun… “She said. “Will you tell me what this is all about?” she asked. Aryan tried to interrupt her but I cut him off. “I’m an orphan and I was taken in by Mehta’s this year.” I said.

“Sorry…” she said when Karan and Raj walked in. “Hi…” Neha walked us to the upper hall. We spoke for a few minutes about random things until everyone came.

“So let’s have fun…” Neha shouted. “No…wait. We’ll finish the assignment first then we can enjoy.” I said.

“But…” “Trust me; it won’t take even an hour…” I said. “She is right, sissy. If you finish your work then you’ll have no worries about it.” Aryan said. They placed my assignment book at the centre and circled around it. “Guys… I have a suggestion. Please don’t copy every problem. Leave one problem each. We don’t want to get caught in mass copying, right?” “I’ll leave the 11thproblem…” she said scanning the pages. That was the longest problem in the book, it consumed 4pages.

“Come on…I’ll show you around while they work on it.” Aryan offered. He showed me Neha’s room which was a complete mess and one of the servants was cleaning her room. He took me to his room, his was comparatively neat than her room. His room was huge and cute; there are posters of racing bikes plastered to the wall and a music system, a lappy, a shelf full of books and other shelf full of music. I immediately scurried towards the bookshelf. I picked a book randomly and that happened to be lord of the rings trio logy.

“Do you love books?”He asked.”Yes… although we don’t have many books back at orphanage. Two books of Enidblyton and one pride and prejudice that’s it. I read pride and prejudice many times.” I said.

“I don’t have many books, I read mostly horror and mystery but mom’s library has many books. I’m sure she’ll let you borrow them.” I nodded.

“I have taken the freedom of choosing a song for you to dance…” He said. He played it for me, It was light and melodious, “I like it…!”I said. He extended his hands and gestured me to take his hands, He danced at ease but I stumbled many times and even stamped on him.

“I suck…” I said as the music closed. “Don’t say that, close your eyes…feel the music now take my hand and look at me, let me do the rest and you just follow me.”

I let my feeling that I couldn’t dance go away for a second and started working steps with him. For the first few beats; when he was sure that I learned them, he played it. Doing it step by step is different from doing it in a pulse, he moved like a whirl wind and I with him. It really felt good.

We are interrupted by the loud Oooo…… from our friends. Neha gave a secretive smile towards Aryan and he shrugged his shoulders. We practiced for hours and hours till he taught me total steps, there are many pushes, pulls at one spot he even lifted me up easily and swirled over his shoulders and caught me bridal style. I felt excited about the whole dance thing.

“You are a fast learner.” He said. “You are a good teacher…”I said. He threw me a bottle from the mini fridge he is having in his room.

“Let’s see how far they got…” I said and we knocked on her door. She hushed us as if something important was going on. We went in and four of the girls from our class are acting like Poo and her minions, I laughed at her idea of skit. I mean none would even raise question about that but still everyone would know who they are.

“Sissy, you’ll be dead if mom knows about this…” Aryan said containing his laughter. “Yeah! Who will tell her? You..?”She threatened. “Don’t you think I don’t know about you…” she said casting a smile towards me. I ignored it but I thought to ask her about it later. “One second…I’ll be back.” he said talking into his phone.

The skit Neha played about is four girls who are always interested about other’s life and who are always ready to hurt others with their comments. Finally when the college year finishes for them they were completely useless. It was funny at the same time message oriented, so I guess the professors won’t have a problem with that. Boys skit is about younger generation in computer age. It was funny too.

“Megha…” Aryan called. I went up to him. “My friends need my help. I’ll be back soon, don’t go anywhere, okay?” he said. I nodded.

“Sissy, don’t you think they are hungry?” he called over the loud laughter. “Time for lunch…” she said standing up.

Neha’s mom Mrs. Mehra arranged lunch for us all, I said I would come back again but Neha scolded me and complained to her mom. Mrs. Mehra urged me to stay, they practiced the skit one more time and one by one everyone left.

“Do you want me to drop you at your home?” Karan asked me. “Her father will come for her.” Neha said. “Okay…bye…”he said.
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