""YOU ARE AN ORPHAN, WHOM MY UNCLE GAVE LIFE, BETTER BE IN YOUR LIMITS, OR ELSE YOU ARE GONNA HAVE A BAD TIME WITH ME."" I said that and pushed her out of my room, locking myself in.

*** Present ***

Till then she didn't know that she was an orphan. She was just 11 at that time, she didn't know how to react, what to do, what to tell and all. Little did she know about BEING AN ORPHAN!! Actually Krishnan Uncle and Uma Aunty had thought of telling and explaining things to her in a proper way, in few years, but I spoiled everything. I completely made a hell of it. I never expected myself to react in such a way, I had scolded her, hit her at times, but being so harsh to her in words was unexpected for others as well as for me too.

*** Flashback ***

After pushing her out, I locked myself in the room, I couldn't control my anger, and I pushed down all the things in my shelf, the books, laptop, pillows, photos, showpieces, etc., It was difficult for me to take it, she came from some-other family, and was now trying to take away my family from me. How mean! At first I didn't realize the stupid idiotic mistake I had done of accepting her.

Out there she stood still for maybe 15 minutes, without any movement. My Amma tried to talk to her, but she didn't respond. Later when her Appa, ie., my Uncle came she just hugged him and cried. That's what I was informed after about 2 hours.

4 months later her family shifted to Coimbatore. We were still in Salem. I was happy that she was leaving, in-fact I was celebrating it!

My anger was the same for about 7 years, or maybe some more years, I don't know exactly. We didn't talk after that incident. I used to avoid going to her place, attending family functions in which she came. I hated her, I don't know why? I just was not willing to see her anymore, there after.

*** Present ***

3 Years back I saw her during the 25th Wedding Anniversary Celebration of her parents. She was really cute. That day I couldn't give place to any other thoughts in my mind other than, that of the stupid thing I did years ago. Once upon a time I loved her, she was my favorite sister, but now I was hating her. She is actually not the way I thought!

The way she organised the function that day was really breathtaking. And she made sure that all the guests were taken care of properly. Including me.

Swadhu Akka, spoke to me about the issue after years, and she told me that even after knowing that Poovu didn't belong to this family, she never made it feel, to any of the family members. She was more caring, loving towards all of then after knowing that.

I tried a lot to talk to her after that but she never encouraged it. She tried her best to avoid me. I don't know what made me do that.

Even now few weeks back I made a call, to talk to her, as soon as she realized that it's me, she cut the call saying, "I AM NOT INTERESTED IN TALKING TO YOU!" I could sense it that she was badly hurt. Later I sent her a text message, saying, POOVU, PLS I'M SORRY. PLS TALK TO ME, I NEED TO APOLOGIZE TO U FOR D MISTAKE I HAV DONE. JUST ONCE U TALK 2 ME, PLS I BEG U. I'M EXTREMELY SORRY FOR HURTING U BADLY. SORRY MA! I WILL B EXPECTING UR CALL, PLEASE DON'T LET IT DOWN. - Sushant.

She is actually a good girl, she does not have any bad motives, or intentions as I thought like an idiot. At times I feel proud of her. But when I think of myself, SHIT!! I am not a good son, not a good brother, not a good friend, nothing. I am not at all worth living in this world.

· • ● Poornitha ● • ·

Whatever he wears, why am I looking at him? I don't care about him. His style should not disturb me. I walked to the room where my Akka was sitting. I smiled looking at her, I mean admiring her. Oh God she looks so cute!!! All her friends were around her, and there are 2 professionals busy putting mehendi for my Akka!

"Hey Poornitha, you also come join us, choose some mehendi designs for yourself!" says Shalini aunty, my so called brother, Sonu's Amma.

"Ah..hh.. Ok!" I said and pulled out few sheets, and finalize the designs.

One of the professional was done with my Akka's hand and so she came to me, and started exhibiting her art on my hands. From childhood I loved putting mehendis. I know this time I'm going to have fun with awesome looking mehendis!!!

It had been a long time, since I had met my relatives and so we went on talking endlessly all the funny stuffs. They enquired about my job, and life in Mumbai.

At night, after all that mehendi galata got over, all the women decided to sleep in the drawing room, and to send the men to the terrace. This would give a little bit of privacy for the women to gossip about the usual stuffs. Gossip means, not gossiping literally, ok fine let me make it more decent by calling it chatting!!

Akka and I were bit away from where Amma and my aunties were sleeping in the hall. Sanju, one of my cousin also joined us. On my right was Akka, and on the left was the steps upstairs. We planned to enjoy this night to the core. Akka had lots to talk to me and I had lots to talk too. All set, we three had mehendis in our hands, so Amma helped us in setting the bed. Thanks to our loving Amma once again.

Just when we laid down, I heard someone whisper in my ears- "Poovu".

No not this time, if this time Ankush or Spoorthi or someone else is trying to scare me, I am not going to get scared. I am a brave girl!

As I turn to my left to see who it is, suddenly a hand comes on my mouth and covers it.

OMG!!! who could this be?? Maybe it's a thief. I try my best to push that hand off, but I am not able to do it. Who the hell is this?? The hand is pretty big, so it's sure that this time it's not the kids pranking me. Oh God! Who ever it is please tell them to stop doing this!

'God Please Save ME!!!' I try mumbling it to myself.

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