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I am very happy today. My final exams are finished and 1am leaving to Mumbai, my home to my only family, my dad.

Aastha patel, My name is Aastha patel,daughter of Mr. Devraj patel. I am just a normal girl like you are, with some dreams. My dad shifted in Mumbai when he got his job but my grandparents really loved Surat. So,

they stayed back with my uncles and aunts, you know the typical Indian family.

About my mom, well she passed away in an accident when I was just 4 years old. I was

very close to my mom. So, it became really hard for dad to handle me all alone. So, my grandparents took me to Surat with them.

Dad used to come and meet me whenever he gets time out of his work. I know, he really loves me and that's the reason, he's working so hard so that I became his pride someday.

I am very happy. I can imagine the look on his face when I will tell him that I got placement in Mumbai's highly reputed company, that his hard work finally paid off.

He must be very happy.I Don't know when I fell asleep thinking about my dad but my beauty sleep broke by train's horn.

.'Is it mumbai?'-I asked an uncle who was sitting beside me.

.'Yes, we've reached Mumbai.'-he answered and I jumped in joy. I quickly gathered all my things and started walking towards the exit.

I stepped down at the platform. I looked at the train. 'Thank you so much. I reached at my destination all because of you. Thank you.' - I spoke folding my hands in front of the train showing my gratitude towards her.

Aye ladki, marna hai kya? Hat na train ke samne se!' the driver shouted at me and blew the horn.

"What a jerk he is! Don't even know how to talk with respect.'- I mumbled to myself moving aside.

He ruined my mood. I stood at the platform.

But I'm happy that I am going to meet my dad.

I went outside and felt the polluted warm breeze of the mumbai directly hitting my face.

I covered my face with scarf and started searching for a cab.

Finally, I got one. I told cab driver my address and my journey to the home started.

I looked outside and saw many cars passing by.

"God, it's so crowded!"- I spoke makinq a face.

'Madam, pehli baar mumbai aaye ho kya? '-the cab driver asked me.

Nahi bhaiya. Pehli baar toh nahi par haan, kaafi dinon baad aayi hoon.'- I answered with a smile and he just hummed in response.

This man looks nice.

'Kisi rishtedar ke yahan aayi hain?" he asked again.

Arey nahi, mera ghar hai yahan.'- I answered.

Aap bataiye, kya aap yahin ke hain?"- I asked.

"Arey nahi madam, hum toh Gujrat se hain. Yahan toh hero banne aaye the par hero toh na ban sake, haan taxi chalana jaroor aa gya.' - he said and I looked at him.

Gujrat mein kahan se ho aap?" - I asked again.

'Surat se." - he answered.

'Arey waah bhaiya, hum bhi toh surat se hi hain.

Mumbai mein toh job ke liye aaye hain.'- Ispoke with happy face. Arey, bahut badhiya didi. Ye lo baton baton mein hum pahunch bhi qaye.' - he said stopping in my street.

'Thank you bhaiya. Here.'- I qave him money and took my leave.

I started walking down the street towards my house.

I opened it as I had spare keys with me. Darkness Ican see when I entered inside the house. I quickly turned on my mobile's flash light and started searching for the switch.

"Where is this damn switch?"-I asked myself when even after half an hour, I failed to find switch.

Just then, I remembered that the switch is near

the entrance only.

Ugh.. and here I searched all four walls to see if the switch is there.

God, what will happen with me?

I again started my journey towards the door and after almost 20 minutes of falling here and there and hurting my legs, I finally found switch and turned on the light. '

Huh? Mission finding switch accomplished !

I fell in the sofa feeling very tired. I looked around and found everything on its own place.

Unlike me, Dad is neat and clean person.

I took a pillow and dipped my face in it.

"Ugh... smell of home.

I stood up and walked towards my room to take a nice shower.

After a 40 minutes or so, here I am in the kitchen checking refrigerator if it has something to feed my empty stomach but I got nothing except some piece of bread.

"God! What should I do now?I am famished."

My stomach growled at the same time asking me for food.

I think I should cook but I am not very good at

cooking. That's the another trait I got from my mother.

Yes. I decide to cook but what will I cook. I can cook only maggie and I am sure Dad doesn't have maggie in his home.

I was just struggling between what to cook when my phone which was in living room started ringing.

Who is it?' - I thought and went to living room to pick up the call.

'Hain? Now where is my phone? Awaaz toh yahin se aa rahi hai.'- I started searching for my phone like a pig and after 6 minutes of me searching it like a pig, I finally found it.

'Hello?' - I spoke but the line went dead.

'Ugh....I want to break this phone!'"

And it started ringing again. I picked it up and

answered.

"Hello, Miss Patel."

-I heard a female's voice from

other side.

"Yes, who is it?"- I asked.

"I am calling you from city hospital, Mumbai. Please come here as soon as possible. Your dad met with an accident."

-she spoke from other side and I fell on .

the floor.

"Hello Miss Patel? Hello? Can you hear me? He wants to see you. Hello Mam? Hello? Are you alright? Mam?"- and then, the phone line went dead.