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VII.                    Chapter seven

She sighed, sometimes, life was good. Funny how she always ends up thinking that when she lays in the green grass of the Chaudhry garden. This is her favorite place, well, after her balcony of course. She just sprinkled water on the plants and was exhausted 'sprinkling the  huge area filled with plants around the Chaudhry mansion wasn't just something-. Content with her work she decided to lay down. Her mother used to sit here hours long. Doing the same. Maanvi vaguely remembered that. She would try to help her mom with giving water to the plants, of course she wanted the hose, with which she failed miserably. Even with the small blue water can her mother gave her she ended up being soaked. She sighed. Those memories always gave her a nostalgic feeling. It felt nice, but somehow not. Because she knew after those sweet memories she would feel like something heavy was pressed against her chest and she had to swallow  to get rid of that feeling. The facts that time wasn't going back, and the chance that she will get a time machine tomorrow is small, were so hard to accept. Changes are part of life. Yes, she could understand that. It is just so hard to adjust to the new situation' and it had to change just when you adjusted. Is it a kind of rule for that to happen? Some weird logic she would never be able to understand. There were so much questions with no answers'

Stop it Maanvi! She told herself in her head while placing her palm over her eyes. She somehow saw red while her eyes were closed. The light of the sun made her see the inside of her eyelid. Weird. Just as weird like the voice in her head she heard but didn't know how it sounds. She had been thinking about that lately. The voice in her head she heard, it wasn't hers, it belonged to no one. She couldn't even tell how it sounds. Yet she heard it. Weird.

'Maanvi?!' There is Mr. Irritating' 'There you are!' Mr. Chaudhry head of FullMoonProductions said relieved while walking towards his youngest daughter. He stopped after just a few steps in the grass. Maanvi saw her father walking from the white door on the left side of the house, near to where she sat. He obviously was worried. When wasn't he? She rolled her eyes. Two daughters each the other extreme, the only thing that the girls shared was ignoring him. Yet he never stopped , never gave up. He loved them. 'Yes, Mr. Chaudhry, how can I help you?' Maanvi said in a cold robot voice that sounded like it was installed on a computer. She had her arms stretched like her legs and her hands behind on the grass letting her upper body rest on her hands, while sitting and staring at nothing, her back still facing her father. He scratched his head, he really messed up this time. He hadn't expect Jeevika to tell Maanvi so soon about all this. He had counted on some more time to tell Maanvi about this. 'Maanvi beta, I-I' 'Please Mr. Chaudhry. You have done enough.' She said rage obvious in her voice. Mr. Chaudhry wished he heard the cold voice again. She was so mad at him that she couldn't even control her anger towards him. 'But'', he didn't know what to say, but he had to say something. Maanvi turned around to pick up her bag and the books that she had planned to read. For a moment she saw his eyes, hurt. Her vision blurred, she winked the wet nothings away and bent to pick up her bag, using her hair to cover up the her expression.  She hurriedly walked towards the gate, which wasn't easy with all those books  in her hands. 'Wait!' Her dad sure knew how to make it harder to walk away' Should I stop? For a moment she felt her feet slow down. No! Maanvi you can't. Walk!

Of course, her hair was perfect to cover what she was feeling at times, but there were times where she was searching for a pair of scissors. She almost fell over her own feet because of her hair. Where is that damn hair thing?! Finally! She took her hairpin to put her hair to the back of her head, still walking in full speed.

She smiled when she saw Mr. Singh. The sweet old man was always kind and happy. She couldn't help but adore the short man for his enthusiast talks he repeated over and over again. He is a great friend. You know you are nuts when you are friends with the old guard' But then there he did it again. He saluted! Ugggh! Some people will never understand' With a fake angry expression she pointed out his mistake. He looked at her helplessly, slightly shaking his head. Of course, he had no choice, with Mr. You-Have-To-Salute-Her behind her walking in his 'full speed', Mr. Singh had no other option. She pressed her lips. Somehow answering the look on Singh's face. A very light nod, that is what she gave him. He understood. She walked through the gate and went left to directly be surprised be the buff guard. She never liked that guy. If her hair was open she would have flipped it the other side just when she stood in front of him. Since she couldn't do that now, she decided to totally ignore him. Afterwards that was even better, she should ignore him more often' She walked around the corner, hoping she would be on time. She hoped Mr. Singh would not forget to say madam instead of Maanvi, her dad could go mad for that, when he explains why he kept the gate open. She shook her head Poor Mr. Singh'

'I learned people are watching' so don't do anything stupid!'-Bruno Mars