I gritted my teeth and slowly chew my words, mincing them into shrapnel.
“If you weren’t a friend I would’ve killed you.”
“Pretty sure you would have gotten away with it too.”
Her words acted as a catalyst to my already seething temper and I settled for the second best thing to murder. I slapped her knowing that I will lose my best friend who also happened to be the only friend. The argument had left a rancid taste in my mouth, unsettling me. I hurried towards the college exit not caring about the car in the parking, preferring the quiet afternoon walk to cool down my nerves.
As I made my way down the pavement I picked up another noise behind me. Footsteps matching my own, which would have otherwise been drowned in the noise of the city, especially to unaccustomed or untrained ears. I turned around to see the bodyguard silently following me at a distance. I shook my head in disbelief; of course I will never be able to dodge them however much I try. I shouted at him to leave me alone but he just stood there, eyes downcast, refusing to budge. “It’s my duty madam”, he pointed out. Knowing that it would ultimately have to be me who gave up first, I did just that. The sooner the better.
As I neared my house I saw a convoy of official looking white ambassadors, their drivers gathered below the shade of the Banyan, exchanging bits of juicy gossip. I took in the sight knowing fully well that my dad must be busy in one of his meetings, but my heart nourished the childlike desire to talk to him right now about my problems. Ignoring the well-meaning pleas of the household servant, I barged into his study.
I joined my hands in the traditional Namaste and bowed to several people I knew, my eyes finally settling over my dad.
“Papa, I have to talk to you. It’s important”, I squeaked.
“I’m sure it’s not more important than this meeting. I’ll talk to you when we finish”, he gestured, his hands sweeping in all the people in the room.
I hesitated and then finally moved out of the room. It’s a wonder that I was still sad when this happened. After all this was nothing new. I should have been accustomed to my father’s lack of time for me and my issues by now.
I went up to my room and lay there sobbing into the covers. Life had never been a bed of roses for me. I had lost my mother at a very young age to a terrorist attack that was planned for my father. I didn’t have any siblings and preferred to remain friend-less rather than gathering around me a bunch of idiots who only pretended to like me in exchange of the benefits. After the attack I was never allowed to remain alone and was always accompanied by a private bodyguard. My father cared little that my classmates made fun of me due to this. Of course I never mentioned the other things that they said to make fun of me and him. I never told him how they teased me that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth and that I never had to work hard for anything. They also teased me that I could get away with anything I tried, however illegal. They made fun of my father comparing him to the many corrupt politicians and regularly asked me what scam he was into. It was not too difficult to ignore them. But what pained me most was my father’s lack of time for me who he claimed to be “his precious darling”.
I feigned sleep when I heard his footsteps outside my bedroom door. “I know you are angry my child but the meeting was very important. It was regarding the security of our fellow countrymen”, he told me, caressing my head. I got up from the bed and hugged him, feeling proud of the patriotism I witnessed in his eyes.
“Of course. But I must tell you about my fight with Ritu”, I blabbered, as I silently thanked God for blessing me with a Politician Dad.
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