8.Goodbye dear home!

I am desperately trying to sleep here in this small hut. It was past midnight before we put a stop to rest. But how can I sleep when he is guarding me at the end of my pallet.

I don't like when someone is looking at me when I sleep. It's creepy that way. But when we reach Swarnalipuram I have to share not only a room but a bed with that person. 

If it was him only I would have requested him to sit by the other side of room but on the other side my uncle, his uncle and brothers are resting. I draw the quilt up to head.

Earlier that day…..

I look at my father for a minute then walk up to him and hug him. He embraces me tightly too.

"Well! Now please don't start crying unless you want to look like Anshu tried to paint on your face." He says.

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