The Ruined Rainbow

CHAPTER 11

“Sooner or later, we’ve all got to let go of our past.”– Dan Brown

Ayesha.

I walked away from Sahil with tears in my eyes. He was my first best friend, the only one I had and now I am leaving for Delhi.

I take one last look at him as I sat on my cab. He is looking at me, leaning on his car.

I quickly turn away and let my tears silently fall over. I couldn't cry in front of him.

I immediately wipe my tears as I reach home. I pay the driver and enter the house.

My stepdad is standing near the door.

I gave him a quick apology as he scolded me.

I went to my room and sat on my bed.
I looked at my packed bags and tears filled my eyes again.

The night passed quickly.
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I woke up this morning early. I left home at 8 am in a cab straight to the airport. 

On the way, we passed through Juhu, and I couldn't help but remember those outings and trips we made.

I took two deep breaths and engaged myself in the outside world.

We reached the Airport at 9.

I somehow whiled my time by starting at openness. I could have left my house late, but I wanted to go as quick as possible.

Staying in Mumbai a little longer can make me remember the good times.

I boarded my plane.

We reached Delhi in 2hours. Now that I had fallen in love with Mumbai, Delhi was nothing compared to it.

Delhi had no seas ( confession: yes, Sahil was right. I had fallen in love with seas), no vada pavs, no Juhu and of course no Sahil.

I took a cab and driver through the familiar streets of Delhi. After what seemed like hours, I reached my destination.

My least favourite place.

My college.

I sigh and enter the campus. I make my way to the notice board.

I look at the room allotted to me and make my way.

I am on my way when someone pushes me down.

I look up, and as I expected, I see Tanisha standing in front of me with her gang.

"Look who is here. " she mocked — looking at her friends.

"Move away, Tanisha," I said.

"Not so easily."

"Please."

She bent down and leaned towards me as I sat massaging my hand.

"You better don't mess with me this year, Ayesha. And I mean it or else--"

She stood up, laughed and walked away.

I stood up. People were laughing at me. I grabbed my trolleys and walked to my room, my eyes tearing up.

Once I reached, I sat on the bed. I leaned against the wall and pulled my hairs behind me. I kept my head on my knees and began to cry.

I cried at my incapableness of fighting back. I cried because I felt scared. I cried because I felt like a coward with no courage. Most of all, I yelled at life for being so horrible to me.