TAKE 1 - Gotta Stay AWAY From Cricketer's

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Word Count – Short/Medium Length – 5.2K Words.

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TAKE 1 – Gotta Stay AWAY From Cricketer's

West Acton,London

16th Feburary, 2019

Time : 8:15 AM

Khushi's POV

I hate that my easy breezy Good Morning – is minutes away from shifting its gears and turning into a Conflicted-Deep in Thought One.

Correction.

Not Minutes away.

Seconds- Away.

And to think – that I thought to myself as I woke up 90 minutes ago – that just about nothing could somber up my mood at all today, given that I woke up with this innate sense of achievement and a grin up my face, feeling all proud of myself. For today – was my first official day of this little break that I had planned to take for myself after Two Gruelling Years of Hard Work on my Job as a Graphic Designer for a Digital Marketing firm – in order to Save Up for my Master's degree in Animation from the Royal College of Arts.(The Degree which begins in August – later this year. And the fact that I had been able to achieve the target on my own well in time like months in advance – without taking any help from Mum on this in anyway whatsoever – was really making me feel all accomplished within on another level – altogether.)

But.

Apparently – I was wrong about the former presumption, for I am surely not in the mood to Grin at my very own reflection right now. I also fight back my sigh. I do not want it to reflect in my tone in anyway.Plus – Now that I think of it – it's totally my fault that I am in the middle of this situation anyway.

Why?

Because I could have totally just ignored this very Call in the first place. Just like I had ignored His Five Missed Calls from last night too and all the other calls that he has made to me in the last week(thrice every day).

Oh Just - Why did I have to even pick up his Call?

*Point to be Noted – In my humble opinion – I do think it's natural to feel a little startled when one is greeted with an string of calls from One's Ex.(The Ex – that you were exclusively dating for one whole year until he decided to call it Quits) *

Also on that note – He is totally supposed to head out for Nets Practice any minute now. (I know – because Mum's left for work – early this morning – already). So why couldn't he just Focus on Cricket and his job and let me focus on Mine?

Mum's only just returned from West Indies a week ago with the England National Cricket Unit – after a long tour and after a short break for all – they are now regrouping and gearing for practice because India's just come in for a Long Cricketing Tour. And because Mum's their Head Physio – she's totally going to be jamm packed with her work alongside her medical team – to make sure – that all the players have recouped from the physical stress of hectic play prior and are set for the next hectic play schedule. She's actually always working irrespective of the Play schedule anyway – because there is so much medical/fitness/physio stuff that keeps going on – behind the curtains.

" hello...you there?? K – can you hear me?" – comes Rob's deep voice pulling me out of my Startled Stuper.

I flip my hand through my hair and lean against the wall next to the counter off the washroom(that I had excused myself to) – as I eye my reflection in the mirror upfront and find my lips now twitched into a tight conflicted line.

"Yeah...I'm here...I can hear you...and you are calling because?," I ask getting straight to the point sure that he could sense the curtness in my tone.

" Because I want to talk to you. Isn't it obvious because of the way I'v been calling you ever since I have returned.Why didn't you take my calls last night – K or in the week prior...??,"comes his reply in the form of an inquisitive question.

Really?

He wants to talk to me?

Why?

What's left to say?

I answer curtly – "really? and isn't it obvious that perhaps I do not wish to talk to you at all given that I'v not responded to those previous calls. Please note – that the only reason why I picked up the phone just now is because – well Mum works with you Robert...and that's not going to change...so yeah..."

He sighs and answers – " K – please...cut the curtness will you? how am I going to be able to talk to you otherwise??we need to talk.."

I reply – "I think differently Robert...I do not think we need to talk about anything...or more say – I am sure that I do not have anything left to say to you at my end...and last I checked... perhaps...so do you....You wanted Out...right? it's done...it's over...so why are you calling me now???"

It's been two months since We Broke Up. (Right before he left for the West Indies Tour). It's been two months since I last saw him or even spoke to Him. Plus Never in my Life – would I ever want him to know that his Sudden Way of breaking up with me – after I confided my vulnerable secret to him – had shaken and shocked me in so many ways.

That's just for me to Know.

He cannot Know.Ever. (Which is the reason – that the only reaction I could give him when he told me – he wanted Out back then was a slight stunned Nod of My Head accompanied by a Composed Silence – before I finally walked away)

" Because even though it's been two months – the fact that you reacted the way you did giving me just a Silent Nod and a Stunned Silence after - before finally walking away – is something that I haven't been able to gump down at all K.Everytime I look back at it in my head – the more your composed silent reaction continues to puzzles me...,"he answers.

Really?

My Silence Puzzles Him?

What did he want?

Did he want me Shout?? Or Create a Scene?Or Fight? Or Scream My Lungs Out – with words like – How Could You do This To Me? Why won't you Stand by Me? I thought we were heading somewhere after Dating Exclusively for One Year?

I answer – "well the fact that you are still puzzled about my reaction is your problem Robert..not mine at all.."

"ok..for starters....K- Stop calling me Robert..please? it's weird...I am Rob to you..no matter what..are we really going to act like we never knew each other? That's crazy...ok wait..maybe..let's meet up..face to face...and talk this out perhaps?,"he insists now.

I answer curtly – "and you need to stop calling me K – Robert...I am Khushi to you..and about the latter – I think it's for the best – that we just simply ignore what used to be...and no..we most surely don't need to meet up...we were just a mistake..for each other..and it's better to just accept that...."

"Don't...don't say that – K...it wasn't a Mistake...we were not a Mistake...it's Just...Gosh...how do I say this again...,"he pauses and sighs as if he were finding words to explain – "all this time away..on the tour...I'v just thought a lot about the way I ended things and I am not proud off the way I acted and...I did think of calling you so many times....prior too..but then I thought it would be better to address the issue when I return..so that we could meet and talk....look...K... I'v been having a hard time looking at your Mum in the eye too....I just feel like I owe you a better explanation..plus an apology...over how abruptly I ended things...your Mum...she surely knows it all.. but she seems all normal around me as always as if nothing happened...plus look...I just feel guilty that I have hurt you...and..."

Ok.

So this is about Guilt.

I cut him short – "that's surely because – Mum's always believed in keeping the professional/personal front – different Robert plus you do not owe me any explanations anymore...I do not want an explanation or even an apology......"

"But I feel like...I do owe you an apology for sure -K. I acknowledge the fact again that I am not proud of the abrupt ways in which I ended things...," he answers sincerely.

I don't know what to say to that.

I stay silent- for the next twenty seconds.

"Again...you are silent...K – look know what..just meet me? shout at me? scream at me perhaps? express your anger out at me at the least??,"he says next - out of the blue.

I admit honestly – " this is absurd...what if I don't want to Robert...as in I don't even want to scream at you....I just do not have anything left to say to you anymore...please just understand that...."

" K -we both know – that you are pretty reserved about expressing and talking about your feelings – but still at the moment ...give me anything but..Silence on that accord..please....,"he insists sincerely.

Well he is right about that. I am an Odd Mix of an Extrovert + Introvert. I am generally extrovert in mixing up with people around when it comes to normal conversations and extremely introvert when it comes to talking about what I feel – openly – it's like I so very often retreat to my Shell when it comes to that.( I am only completely comfortable about talking about my feelings openly with Mum, Grandpa, Grams and My four closest friends – and I have known them practically all my Life.No one else has been able to emotionally cross over to that Inner circle in my Heart to make me want to talk about my feelings to them - openly.)

Hence - I do acknowledge wholeheartedly that from other's perspective - I surely do come across as emotionally challenged in some ways.(The Reason – why all I can still give him right now is Silence – yet again)

And there's no Wrong in this Perception anyway.

It's True.

Robert was almost on the verge of crossing over to that Inner Circle actually – a reason why I wanted to open up and confide my deepest vulnerable secret to him.And look what happened? It just reaffirmed my gut that I just need to keep my Guards up – with regards to everyone else.

"K – please...talk...look...we were great friends always too...can't we atleast come to cordial terms for the sake of that??or even be just friends again???maybe that's the closure we need....,"he asks.

Is He Crazy? Did a Ball knock his Neurons in the Head or something to even Suggest the same? Doesn't he know – that this was what kind off threw me off guard the most? Because - I always thought we got along great as amazing friends too – and that when he would hear what I had to tell him – he would at the least first ask out of genuine concern how had I been holding up all these years after knowing the truth?and probably then Freak Out a tad bit Little.But - Never in my wildest imaginations – I had imagined what His Reaction in Reality had Been.

"K – please – say something...anything...,"he probes.

I admit honestly – "unfortunately – the answer to the latter would be No. I do not think I want to be friends again.Ever. And the only closure I need is the one I gave myself by walking away Robert...so please..lets just not talk about this anymore...and only for Mum's sake – I am obviously going to act like my polite cordial self – whenever I see you around under cricketing circumstances...she's your team's head physio doc..afterall..and I do not want to make things awkward on the professional front..for either of you...alright??and she knows that...."

"I know that too K....,"he chips in immediately.

I take a deep breathe. "I need to go now..do me a favour please? just don't call me again...alright?"

And before he could say anything to that – I hang Up and dump my phone back in the pocket of my denims and begin to wash my face.The minute I finish and am drying my face with a tissue – I see Maya walk in and she asks puzzled – " Khushi...you..okay?whats taking you this long?who was it on the call early morning anyway? Was it important? We know aunt's at work already...you are on the first day of your official break..so couldn't be a early morning email/work call...so we all can't help but wonder the reason why you would ditch your piping hot hash browns/bagel and cheese and hot chocolate..."

Maya's one of my best friends. We are a close group of Five and have known each other since DayCare/Kindergarten.We were in the same high school and we even attended the same university for our graduation even though we were all on different courses. I am obviously very close to Maya and Sarah.They are like my soul sisters. And – Jack and Brian are like my brothers too. And we all live around each other too – within 500 meters distance in West Acton, London.

And we were all also - in the middle of our once a week breakfast at McDonalds rituals – when Rob Called.

I smile a little on reflex as I answer – " I will fill you in over it after breakfast...alright M? for yup – the mention of my hash browns/nagel and cheese/ hot chocolate just reignited my appetite....plus...Sarah, Jack and Brian are going to question too...so I might as well tell you all about it together..."

She chuckles at that and Nods.

And we head out – and I smile naturally as I spot – Sarah+ Brian+Jack – wave at us with a gesture to hurry and join them back.

How Could I not Naturally Smile this way and acknowledge the Blessings my Friends Were?

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Authors Note – Inserting Pictures of Khushi's Home – in West Acton, London

The Enterance Foyer leading too

The Backyard Behind

Some Formal/ Informal Living Spaces

TV Room

Reading Corner in the TV Room

Her Mother's ( Alice Jones) - Room

Her Mothers Study

Khushi's Room

A little Cozy Nook in her Room on the Opposite Side where in she Reads or works on creating her rough drafts of her Animation Work/Art/Graphics

Khushi's Study ( Where in she spends Hours if she has to proceed with full on Animation/Graphics Projects - Her Creative Haven)

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One Hour Later

9:15 AM

Khushi's Home

In the Backyard – Outdoor Seating Area

Khushi's POV Continues

Even though – Robert Wilson – is still revolving around the back of my Head – I can't help but chuckle.

And that's only because – of the way – I have just been schooled by Maya,Jack, Brian and Sarah for even picking up his call in the first place.( Just told them about it seven minutes ago as we steeped into Home together and I'v already been schooled for the last five minutes)

We are all fiercely protective about one another. And they obviously Hold a Grudge against him. They'v always stood by me through thick and thin – no matter what. No matter how vulnerable my family secret is. The four of them – know – obviously and so do their parents! Mum talked to them about it – after she told me the truth as I turned 18. (For our parents are a close knit circle of friends too – and by the time – she actually talked to me about it – she felt like she could entrust them with the truth too after knowing them for Years.And she was right. For Nothing Changed in their eyes – actually.)

Sarah takes her seat next to mine and she states narrowing her eyes at me – " why don't you just block his number Khushi? He's such a jerk...what does he think of himself...don't you ever speak to him again...okay?don't chuckle...please...we are serious...you are just starting to feel so much better and are coming to terms with moving on...don't let him – hang around at the back of your head...oh I wish I could just smear his face Black with all my mascara stash..."

I chuckle at that. Sarah is a Make -Up Artist and a Killer One at That. She's studied and mastered the Art of Make-Up – amazingly over the Years. (which is why she often uses Make-Up analogies here and there)

I wink at her playfully only because I do not want her to worry – "oh our poor mascara's..S...why would you want to waste them??"

She chuckles for a second and hugs me tight into her side – " you know what I mean..don't you??"

I nod at her honestly and hug her back – " I won't let him hang around Sarah...I promise...and on the personal front...I surely won't be speaking to him...but if I were to meet him in a professional setting – I surely would have to stick to being cordial for Mum's sake..right?"

Brian rolls his eyes and scoffs taking his seat next to Sarah –lacing his hand in hers adorably making us all share a smile at the sight(They have been steadily Dating for Four Years already now) – " if only – the cricketing fans knew what a jerk + coward our star opener is on a personal level – they would only begin to watch the matches – after he loses his wicket and is declared out....like we do now...if I were to ever audit his financial statements – I'd purposely mess things up for him"(Brian's a Finance/Accounting Guy. His parents run a successful accountancy firm.He's in the middle of completing his MBA and will join in work – full time there – soon.)

I admit with a natural smile – " guys..seriously...stop worrying...I am okay..and am just so grateful for all of you ...I wouldn't know what to do without you...thanks guys.."

Maya takes the other seat next to mine, smacking my arm playfully – " don't you dare – use the word..thank and you together when it comes to us..also I am so angry at him for even trying to suggest the wish of wanting to be friends...know what...I am going to go back to my art studio and smash a couple of my cups thinking it were him for sure... "

I groan as I hug her – " Maya please....not your precious cups...not worth it...if you have a couple which you don't like..give them to me...please..."( Maya's a pottery and sculpting artist. And she is amazing. She actually does small exhibitions with our university and also has a small business from home – wherein she actually handmakes – Sustainable Kitchen+ Dinnerware and it's been an Instant hit within all the Houses within the 5km radius around us)

Jack scoffs taking his seat next to Maya (whom he secretly crushes on.) – " yeah Maya...Khushi is right about that..don't you break your work over him...let's just all kidnap him and have him caged in front of a Lion though – I'll photograph him and have the video of him trembling in fear go viral...and mind you the Lion's gotta be as majestic as the one I snapped in the Kruger National Park..."

We all laugh out loud at that. That's Jack. He's a wildlife photographer + enthusiast.

Sharing all this Laughter with my friends – makes me feel a little bit better on its own.

I pull my friends in a close group hug as I admit – " ok...if I cannot thank you guys..then I do have to say – that I love you all so much....also..Jack..we surely cannot kidnap him though..who will open for England in all formats of the game then...come on – I know you guys love your cricket..."

Brian scoffs – " yes..we do love our cricket..but like I mentioned..we only begin watching now..after he loses his wicket..."

Jack adds – " also come to think off it...at times I think I play better than him too...why is he in the national team again?I mean atleast I haven't been getting out to the same bowler for six years in a row every time I play the team...which is why I say – I play better than him..they should totally take me in - the national unit..."

We all share a warm chuckle at that and I ask them honestly – " but guys..jokes apart...you think its okay to take this little while more to try to get over this grudge? You know Mum says – it's what I gotta work on eventually...and she is right...it does make me feel a tad bit bitter...and I do not want to feel bitter..."

They all pull me in a group hug again as they say in unison – " ofcourse...it's okay..to take your time....just take your time...Khushi..."

And I just hug them hard – and Thank God for them Again.

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45 Minutes Later

10:00 AM

Khushi's POV Continues

"Yeah..Mum..don't you worry at all alright? I am totally okay...lets talk later when you are home tonight...I know you are at work...yes...everyone just left for their respective days ahead....it's me who is taking these couple of months off ...right Mom?? Okay...hang up now..and get back to work..or I will feel guilty of keeping you away...," I answer and we talk for thirty seconds more – and we hang up.

She obviously called the minute she could – because she spotted Rob shooting her nervous helpless looks before Nets practice began after we hung up while he was making his way back to the locker room. And she magically had a gut intuition that he probably had rung me.

Mum-s and their intuitions are always Bang On Right.

I sit back on the couch in my living room and pick up the photoframe from the side – off Mum and Me – from my graduation day at university – two years ago.( I had completed my BA (Hons)in Animation from Middlesex University which is situated in the heart of London at a short distance off 8 miles away from Home.The daily commute was never an issue - obviously)

I touch the photo – lovingly.

Mum.

Or as I fondly also call her – My Alice In Wonderland – is literally the Best Mum – Ever.And I love her Insane -which is why – sometimes – I can't help but feel my Heart go out to her.

She wouldn't admit it out loud to anyone – but I know – that when it comes to the matters of the Heart – she's still as Lonely as she was – twenty-five years ago.It's been twenty five years since her break up with Dad.(I am 24 already – and yet – in her Heart – I think she's just always held on to the memories of what used to be with Dad)

Her only flaw perhaps was that she couldn't ever get herself to fall in Love again? She's only ever wholeheartedly loved my Biological Dad – who has no idea of my existence – still. She's literally never Dated anyone ever again – in all these Years. Grandpa and Grams have tried to talk to her – but she just wouldn't even Try. She says she's only got time for Work and Me and our small family+ close friends.

And I can't help wonder at times – that even though she loves me Insane and I am the center of her world - am I the reason that she could never really move on? Because I am the living proof of her moments with Dad? If it hadn't been for me – would she have ever moved on? (The answer to the above is something I will never know though – because I obviously don't talk about it to Mum – it will upset her to even know that I have this thought in the deep corners of my heart in the first place)

I keep the Photo Frame aside and close my eyes – leaning back and resting my head back into the Sofa.

And momentarily – deep shades of angst return to Grip My Heart.( A little birdie tells me that you all are already aware of the basics and the bit I am talking about – so no point going into the details again)

I take deep breathe's to process the heavy weight – that Angst brings along with it's flow.

There's a shade off deep Angst for Mum obviously but along with that there's also that shade of angst that I live with the knowledge that even though he is Alive out there and I now know who he is – my Dad has no idea about my existence and I cannot even reach out to Him.

The fact that he might not ever even know – Hurts- obviously.

I can't help but wonder at times – if Dad ever found out – what would his reaction be? Would he just ignore the existence of his illegitimate daughter and live on as usual? Or would he acknowledge me from a distance atleast? And by God's grace if he ever did acknowledge me – would he ask me to call him Dad/or Abbu?

Ah.

So many questions that I shall never have the answer to perhaps?(I think Mum's greatest fear is the former happening ofcourse.As in – if Dad ever found out and just refused to acknowledge my existence? She knows that would just pain me immensely even though I have never known him. And I fear that – it will just cause Mum mountains of pain too – because well she knew him closely enough. A reason why Mum's just always kept this Hidden from Him – perhaps?)

I open my eyes and take out my phone and end up – Googling Dad's name.( It's a good thing he was a famous cricketer back in the day and is the Head of the Pakistan Cricket Board Now – because there tends to be a lot of articles up online with his pictures in it – from both the past and the present)

Mum has no idea that I Google Him quite often though.( I don't talk to her about it because I don't want her to feel like that she wasn't a father figure to me. Because she always has been both my parents to me.)

And why do I Google him anyway?

Out of Curosity?Or an Unsaid powerful call of the Genetics perhaps?

I don't really know.

Hmm.

I click open a recent image off him and enlarge it.It's a nice picture. Maybe I should just print this out and stick it alongside a recent picture of Mum's in my secret scrapbook? The secret scrapbook where in I do have some pictures of them stuck together – for its only in the pages of the scrapbook – I can see both my parents in one frame.

I keep my phone aside as A Tear Leaves My Eye on it's own accord as my Heart begins to ache for Mum – again.

Does she ever wonder – if Dad thinks of her?

Does Dad think of her – ever?

I don't know and I probably won't ever know. But what I do know – that all thi angst related to my birth and the incomplete story of my parents surely has everything to do with the bit of me being emotionally challenged when it comes to the angle of just basic belief in romantic love.A reason why I have always been so emotionally cautious with my Heart.

What is Love?

They say it's a powerful emotion that supersedes everything. I read about it too in novels and books. And It surely must be powerful – for in my reality - if I see from Mum's point of view – she's surely gotta still be in love with Dad in some twisted ways.

But if it's so powerful in reality – why cannot it be Enough? An emotion this powerful should top it all for Real.It should surely supersede everything. But Does it really supersede everything? In Reality?

I don't think so.

Because if it did supersede everything – Love would have been enough for my parents to be able to bridge the gaps of different countries, cultures and wanting different things from Life?

But it wasn't.

Forget about Love.

Even the Emotion of Liking Someone Romantically seems to have certain conditions and glitches to it.( It's safe to come to that conclusion – given everything I just experienced with Rob.He Liked me – but he didn't like me Enough.The memory off him ending things abruptly in between of us returns to my head. And it does come along with the balance of the leftover Hurt – obviously. It was on the morning after - we'd spent the night together at his place because he was scheduled to leave for West Indies the next day and at that point in time in those last two months of us being together – I did feel like I was starting to soften a lot more emotionally to him(even though I never said that to his face) because of the intimate physical ways in which we had started to get involved – a reason why I totally wanted to confide in him because it was important for me to know his reaction to this - before I allowed myself to fall in love with him/or get more emotionally attached.And even though I am still processing the hurt and the grudge – I am kind off glad that it happened in the ways it did. Just in Time – before I was into him deeper – emotionally.)

Hmmmmmmmmmm.

But then – when I look at Sarah and Brian, Grandpa and Grams and so many other happy couples around – I just feel confused – because all I feel is happiness and warmth when I see them together –and then I do feel like maybe – just maybe – the Emotion of Love exists in different shades for some – and maybe it's just Mum and Me who are destined to be the unlucky ones when it comes to Romanticism?

Also - Guys know what ?? Mum's greatest worry after things ended with Rob on my end – was what if Her History repeated itself with me? (She didn't ever voice this to me – but I know because I could read it in her eyes. Both the worry and the relief – when she realised that such a thing did not happen. And I totally understand where she was coming from - because well – Dad was a cricketer/ Robert is too. Mum and Dad dated for a Year before the Break Up Happened and they parted and he gave into an arranged marriage back home and she decided to heal herself and move on with her life here and that was exactly what she was doing when she found out she was expecting me. Rob and me broke up after a year too the only difference being that Mum and Dad ended it mutually and well Rob called it quits and I was dumped. She was 24 then.I am 24 now.So it was obvious that Mum was worried – that what if I found out I was expecting after our Break Up?)

I am kind off guilty for causing her all the Worry though.But I can't help but smile to myself – as I recall the relief in her eyes – when she spotted me complaining about my normal abdominal cramps during my menstruation cycle – the following month – on our usual video call.(Since she was also in West Indies - on the tour.Grandpa and Grams were staying over with me - here at Home until she returned and that is mostly the case when Mum's travelling or if they are not able to come over - I either stay alone - or sometimes over on and off at Maya's or Sarah's or they camp over here with me at Home)

I get up from the sofa and walk to the kitchen to fill myself a glass of water and as I am gulping it down – I do think it's about time that for both Mum and my very own sake – I make a Self Regulation for myself – keeping in mind everything that's happened in the past and the present.

Yup.

Khushi Jones – That's a Good Self- Regulation – Indeed.

My eyes fall on the time – its about 10:30 am now – and given that its my first day of the break and I am all free by myself for the rest of the day – I am totally going to indulge in doing something just for Myself.

For I do have a lot of Angst hanging around still with regards to the thought of Dad and Mum – and I just need to Vent it all Out without worrying anyone in the process, which is why I now need to get ready at the speed of light and head out to that exact place where I need to be for the rest of the Day.

And so – I do just that.

And while I am at it – I keep feeding my new Self Regulation into my Head by saying it out loud – a couple of Times – over and over again.

Oh. What is this new – Self Regulation – if you wonder?

It's - A Self Regulation – To Just Stay At a Arms Distance from Cricketers.(Romantically)- From Now On.

Yup.

That's what it is.

" I just Gotta Stay AWAY From Cricketers".

Because it's now safe to conclude – that they are surely just fated and destined to be Bad News for both Mum and Me!!

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TADAAAAAA!!

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