Siddharth was already awake, he woke up early and took a walk to the grocery stores nearby, he had bought some instant food. He took a cup of coffee and sat beside the big window with his mothers sketch book, he felt a strange warmth to see them again he felt healed he didn't know what the emotion is called but it was a big time relief for him.

He turned the pages and revealed the very beautiful piece of picture his mother had drawn. He saw the drawing of pictures of the stream, pictures of birds flying and many more. Siddharth traced every outline she had drawn with her beautiful and creative hands. He smiled unknowingly and kept the sketch book aside.

Siddharth went to keep the cup in the small kitchen. He was washing the cup when his eyes landed on a big, dusty wooden box. Siddharth turned the tap off, dried his hands and opened the box. It brought many memories back, it had all the instruments his mother used play, sing and teach him. She truly was the greatest artist. And he was lucky to be her son. Siddharth closed his eyes an let the memories engulf him.

Flashback

Eight year old Siddharth sat on his play mat in the middle of the cabin. He was trying to play violin, but it was difficult for him to handle the stick, he kept messing chords. He got frustrated and kept the violin aside. He huffed and frowned staring at the trees from the window.

"Siddharth? Where are you?" Came his mother's voice

"Here mom!" He shouted, his mother descended the ladder and looked at him with a frown.

"Why is there little crease on your forehead?" She asked as she sat down beside him.

"It's nothing" He mumbled and looked away. He started playing with the fur of the mat.

"Well it got to be something because I was listening to your tries to play violin and now it's lying there and you're frowning" Said his mother with a raised eyebrow. Siddharth looked at her and sighed.

"I can't play it. I wanna play it like you do!" He said with another frown and looked away. Radhika turned him to face her, she lifted his face with her index finger then she kissed his forehead.

"Never give up baby, now pick up that violin" She said, Siddharth picked it up. Radhika made him sit on her lap then she placed the violin on his neck positioning it. He followed, she gave the stick to his right hand and placed his left fingers on the finger board.

"Now I want you to follow me" She said and Siddharth nodded. Radhika led his hands into producing music. He was a brilliant child so he caught it quickly. Radhika got him off the lap and went to music box. He played the same tune over and over again while Radhika pulled out a flute.

"Keep it that way, you're doing it perfectly" She praised him. Siddharth's face broke into a huge grin. She played along with him using the flute and they sat there playing instruments to ease their ears and sooth their souls.

Siddharth wiped his tears and took the dusty violin out of the box. He blew air on it. He took out the stick but the bow hair was broken. Siddharth dug deeper into the music box and took out the small box. He opened it and took one of the bow hair and replaced the old broken one. He played it for long recalling all of his memories.

After the music session he walked to the other side of the small house where they had made a wall full of painting they had made. It was the beautiful pictures his mother drew with some sloppy pictures he drew when he was young .

Flashback :

"Siddharth what are you doing on my hand ?" Radhika said as Siddharth painted her hands with white water color

"Wait mom" Little Siddharth said as he did his job of fully covering his mothers palm with white color. His mother looked at him in amusement as he did it "Done" He halted as he finished the job.

"Now?"Radhika asked as he looked at Siddharth, he giggled confusing Radhika.

He took a paper from the floor and pressed it on his mothers hand printing her hand on the paper. She chuckled at that, he took some black color and covered his small hand with that and pressed it over the white hand sign of his mother, she smiled at this creative idea of him.

"But this white is not showing up!" Said Siddharth in irritant voice as he observed the paper from different angles.

"We will work on it then" His mother said taking the artwork from his hands.

"How?" He asked curiously

"Bring the crayons, I will show you how" She smiled at him, he ran to the corner where the box of crayon was. He took it and ran back to his mother. He passed it to her, she outlined the sides of her hand in rainbow. Siddharth looked at it amusingly.

"Woah!" He exclaimed when she finished and gave him the paper "How do you get all these ideas?"

"Listen baby there is nothing that goes bad if you know how to get it to the right track ,there is nothing that can go wrong if you know how to deal with it" his mother advised him .He was too young but he could understand what his mother meant then now but it was too late.

He looked at that painting of his and smiled. He kept his hand over the handprints and let out a watery chuckle because his hand was even bigger than his mother's now. His teary eyes were setting on each paintaing remembering the stories behind them.

Siddharth got an idea so he took all the art supplies and went upstairs, he set down the canvas and kept all the paints beside it. He started drawing. He wanted to draw something beautiful to finish up the only missing in his house so he turned his phone on and opened Avneet's picture. He spent all day sitting there, sketching his angel. Of course he had to do that. By the end of the day he was all messed up in paint but painting of Avneet was finished. Siddharth took it and went downstairs. He opened a storage box and took out the things they used to frame the pictures. They used to keep them for when they needed to hang some new art work.

He placed the painting in frame. He then covered it with glass then finally he secured it with last piece of the frame. Siddharth fished out a hook, a screw and a screw driver. He attached the hook onto the painting. Then he took the nail and hammer out.

Siddharth went to the painting wall and planted the nail onto it's empty space. He hung the painting and smiled proudly at it. Siddharth looked down at his clothes. They were all covered in paint. He needed something to wear so he left the hut and to the store to buy him a pair of pants and a shirt. He returned back to cabin.

The dark night didn't bother him one bit, not even the fact that he was walking alone through the woods with possible dangerous animals. He reached the illuminated hut and changes his clothes and washed the paint stained ones. No he wasn't going to his fathers mansion or college to get his stuff. He gave one last look to the new addition on the wall with a smile them climbed the ladder to go up and sleep.

***

"No Dad you have to find him I don't know from where and how!!!" Ritika yelled at the phone on top of her lungs

"Oh could you please shut mom up for a second" she retorted from phone at her mother not wanting Siddharth back

"Yeah I want him back by this week or you don't know what height I will reach" She threatened his father before cutting off the phone, Manjul looked at her in horror he didn't know this wild sister side exsisted.

"Calm Down we will find him" Bhavesh said with a dreanched voice.

"Where can he go? What if he? No no no stop thinking nonsense Rits" She calmed herself down as the thought of his brothers death hit her.

"No Rits nothing like that has happened if yes we would have got some news at least" Jannat said in shaky voice

"Is there some place he used to visit as a kid or when he is alone ? C'mon you two are the closest to him you know something" Manjul said pointing at Ritika and Bhavesh.

"No Manjul he is really secretive" Bhavesh said burying his head in his hands as he sat on the bed.

"Yeah thats right he never mentioned anything like that" Ritika said.

"This boy will drive us crazy" Jannat said.

"When he is the one who should be in the mental asylum" Bhavesh said in a frustated tone.

"Don't you dare say that about my brother" Rits raged on him.

"Sorry" He muttered

***

Avneet was passing through the corridors. Lost in thought, the last images of Siddharth spining crazily on her mind. The desperation in his voice was haunting her. She kept thinking about him. She thought so much about him that she even forgot about her assignments, she even forgot to comb her hair. She was so absorbed into him that she was starting to question her feelings. Avneet was pulled out of her thoughts when she tripped and fell hitting her knees hard.

"Ouch" She winced in pain as she fell her immediate impulse was stopping someone that someone was Siddharth every time she was hurt even a scratch no one could see he would take care of that made her feel special but there was no one this time for her she composed her self and got up while hearing people murmuring about her. She had a sudden realization of the importance of Siddharth in her life but she decided to ignore. She walked inside the classroom.

"Here comes the bitch, I don't know why boys like Siddharth go for these cheap middle class girls" A girl said behind her back but in such a tone that reached her easily, she didn't want a fight so she controlled herself

"What do these people even want to just ruin lifes. Are they jealous of rich luxurious life" Another girl said in the same way she lost it this time and stormed at them.

"Listen here I wasn't the one who chased him it was the other way round and I didn't ruin his life stop speaking shits" She spoke poining her finger at them.

"What if we don't, what would you do Kaur?" the first girl said smirking . "You're no longer Siddharths girl you're just a nobody now Avneet you're nothing now and listen up no one was scared of you it was Siddharths terror" the girl said trying to make Avneet feel week. But she didn't, she smiled sweetly at them then she grabbed their hair and banged the two heads together very hard. The girls screamed and winced in pain. Avneet grabbed their shirt fronts pulling their faces closer. Avneet's blood was already boiling and she was ready to beat them up and do the honors.

"Listen up now I don't want any of you saying that I don't have my own identity. I am my own person with or without Siddharth, he enhanced me that's a different thing" Avneet whispered dangerously staring at them. The girls kept rubbing their heads and kept wincing in pain. No doubt they were scared of her.

"Do I make myself clear?" Asked Avneet pushing them away, they hit the ground. Both of them nodded vigorously "Words! I want words!" Avneet boomed at them, they flinched.

"Yes mam" They said in unison, horror evident in their voice.

"Good" She said and left them walking to her seat. She buried her head in her arms once she sat down. She was frustrated, she missed Siddharth. She smiled knowing if Siddharth knew what she did he would hug her and say 'that's my girl' she sighed when she realized that wasn't happening and he was still missing.

The class ended with Avneet not paying attention to anything and her giving death glares to anyone who would shoot her weird looks. Avneet walked to the canteen she joined her group it was Anushka, Ashnoor, Jannat, Aashika and Reem there. Jannat immiediately got up and walked to another table Ashnoor and Anushka followed her making Avneet feel worse.

"Okay whats my fault?" She huffed.

"Leave all that" Reem consoled "Any news of him?"

"No, Bhavesh said that they are still finding. He also told me that Ritika was shouting at her father" Said Avneet pushing the tray away which reem was giving her to eat.

"Eat Avneet" Ordered Aashika. Avneet shook her head.

"I can't eat! It just won't go down. I feel like puking it out everytime I eat something" Whined Avneet, tears started stinging her eyes "Something is wrong with me" She started in watery voice "I can't sleep at night without his cologne, I feel like picking up fights with people because they make me feel like he's around. I don't like food because it reminds me of Siddharth, I-I miss him so much I can't eliminate him out of my head. He is always there, I feel his touches I even snap my head here and there because it feels like he's here. Am I going mad?" Asked Avneet after finishing her rant, tears were streaming down her cheeks, she wiped them away and sniffed looking at them waiting for answers. Reem and Aashika stared at her with stunned expression then they looked at each other.

"Well.. I am not going to say what's wrong with you, you need to accept it yourself" Said Reem and Aashika nodded agreeing with Reem.

"You need to realize it yourself. If we tell you you'll probably call us mad" Said Aashika placing her hand over Avneet's

"Are these psychosis syndromes?" Asked Avneet, others shook their heads. Avneet sniffed again and wiped her tears thinking hard when it hit her, she froze. She looked at them with horrified and questioning expression, they nodded.

***

"After searching trying to find ya

I thought I'd lost my luck

But I'd never thought in a million years that

You would just walk right up" Siddharth strummed the guitar along with singing, his voice cracked so he stopped. Cleared his throat and then sang next verse

"Now that I found your love

I could never let you down

Even when the times get rough

Nothing's gonna stop us now" Siddharth stopped again. He cleared his throat again and kept the old guitar aside shaking his head.

"Man I can't sing today what's wrong with me" He said to himself. He stared at the newly added painting with a huge smile. He walked out of the hut to stretch in some fresh air. He sat down on the rock in the middle of the stream. Just then he remembered that he had carved his own and his mother's name in the same rock. He examined it and it was still there, he took another sharp rock and carved Avneet there too. Because no matter what he still loved her. He just left her to be free.

Siddharth went back in the cabin. He entered the tiny kitchen. He wanted to eat something, something full of cheese because it reminded him of Avneet. How she would bounce up when he brought her something which was dripping cheese off. He chuckled and made some cheese pasta for himself. He took it, his canvas, and his paints outside the hut. He set his things up and started painting that scenery before him. He wanted to paint a few more things before he can go to his mother.

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