Swasan: A Despacito One Night Stand

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Sanskar

Its 2.45 pm now, I am at home on time, driver open my door while a guard pick my suit case, huh benefits of luxurious life. I fasten my steps to my room, freshen up, and change to another suit and meet my family on stairs at 2.55, then we all sit on table at exact 3 pm for lunch.

Time in this house is very scared, no mint early and no mint late no matter what. Around the table we are steated, my parents on the head of table my brother adharsh on the right as my dad right hand while my brother lasksh is on the left, next in turn is my bhabhi parinta facing me while I sit next to laksh.

Our lunch is usually silent but from small chats about work and politics, nothing else. After that I move to my room and spend night there, but today laksh came to me...

"Sanskar, what are you doing for the rest of night?"

"nothing, I may work"

"my fiancé is arranging a party tonight for her new launched designs, you may bring kavita and come"

I could agree, I could go and bring kavita to rectify what happen hours ago, and that what I will do...

"ok laksh... thanks you"

After he went I call kavita and convinced her about going, and then I order a golden bracelet for her, it will make her forget all problems in a second.

I am a good man, a gentle man, but what I am really?, my room has a big picture of my family, it's the only picture I am allow to hold on my room walls. My father sitting on a chair in the middle, adharsh in right side having his hand on my dad's right shoulder, same pause for laksh on left side and next to my mom chair.

And me?? I am behind dad's chair, just my upper part shown, just a face in this picture where everyone in black, three black suits, black sherwani, and red saree. If one suit got missing it won't be noticeable, more accurate my suit, I am the youngest, the unnoticed, the paper spam edge that no one care about.

What are you telling Sanskar?, these are nonsence thoughts, how could I think this way?? I am a mehshwary, my life evolve around my family and nothing else matter.

I should have slept, but my hands are aching, rubbing, begging for something, something according to my father is forbidden, something only jokers and hopeless people do.

I locked my door not wishing to be surprised by my mother or father suddenly entering and catch me red hand, only my parents go inside my room with no knock. I pull the curtains, open my secret big locket, Fitch out my big sketch and pencil and continue my last drawing.

I am very fond of drawing, ever since I am a kid I loved the white sketch and pencil so that I can put anything I want. White sheet was only mine and under my merci to draw anything I want, and I loved that feeling, I love to draw and create scenes.

But when father find out I want to be a drawer as career he made me learn my lesson in a way I will never forget, he mocked me and shouted me, burned all my draws I had and spend many hours arting them, I cried a lot for my draws as each of them meant something to me that is close to my heart.

I cried for my draws more than I cried when father ordered adharsh bhai to break my both thumbs and index fingers which he did so that I learn my lesson. And I partially did, I never opened that topic again, and never draw in front of anyone again. I keep the white papers hidden and locked in my closet and one single pencil, I didn't like colors, the grey amazing carbon color of the pencil had always flattred my heart and makes me dreamy.

This is my flowers sketch, I have been drawing since a while now, such a scene.