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Aditya's Pov

Deadly Deadlines.

Stringent Timelines.

Endless Meetings.

Unmatchable Expectations.

Intolerable Pressure.

Sleepless Nights.

The words you would hear from any software programmer.

I was no different.

At least once in your lifetime, you will be struck in the quagmire of insurmountable pressure and pressing needs of the moment that will not only make you forget your passions and hobbies but also at times detest them.

You would be standing in the same place as me where you will momentarily resist the same thing you once loved.

It's ironic that despite the physical and mental exhaustion that comes free-fund with being a software programmer you will still want to stick to this profession- doing, undoing, redoing, creating, and recreating until you achieve the desired outcome.

Independence.

Ah, this word has always been my favorite for it represents liberation and flexibility.

Perhaps this explains why, even after working for three years in a reputable firm, I chose to leave my well-paying job to concentrate on freelancing in my hometown, Delhi.

Life is a race, they say.

But I strongly believe that everyone progresses at their own pace. Every single individual you know or even those you do not, has their own set of priorities, aspirations, expectations, reasons, desires, and most importantly their own pace. You cannot simply come and go ahead of the other person.

It's a clear misconception if you tend to consider yourself superior merely because of your choice of profession. Because something that you aspire to achieve at the age of thirty might be the same thing the other person desires at the age of twenty, or even forty, or maybe not at all.

Hence, entangled in the labyrinth of complex choices, I made a decision too, side passing the rat race we humans have created for ourselves.

A decision to grow slowly yet steadily, but with happiness and peace rather than running wild and running aimlessly, even so, that I am rendered breathless and lifeless by the end.

Freelancing as a coder has given me an eccentric sense of peace, a wild spark to my hobby of experimenting with codes. It has provided me with the autonomy that no other firm could ever provide me with.

Moreover, transforming your hobby into a source of income, that too with complete freedom, makes every hurdle seem acceptable, and every challenge thrilling.

And that is why, at the age of twenty-six, I am deeply and madly in love with my one and only,

My laptop.

My ultimate source of earning income, my secret keeper, my entertainer, my confidante, my guide, my everything.

Who needs a wife, when you have such a loving laptop with you?

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With feeble footfalls and lingered breathing, I attempted to sneak into my own house at one a.m. from my rented office.

Relieved, I exhaled heavily the moment I stepped inside without caught.

My lips lifted in a carefree smile as my gaze darted to the far ends of the lobby in search of my dearest mother only to find no one around.

"Thank God." I mumbled, cautiously fastening the door, wondering why this had not yet been regarded as a trophy-winning task.

Years into my existence I still cannot fathom how our mothers had been blessed with this unexplored power to remain awake even in the wee hours of the morning just to make sure we had our dinner on time or reached home safely.

A Typical Indian Mother.

She had been inherently trained to rush on her toes at my sight regardless of the fact that on days I do nothing but sit idle for the whole day awaiting any new projects, merely calling prospective clients for a follow-up.

And this had been my life for the past one-and-a-half years since I started freelancing where either I am rendered jobless throughout the day or I struggle to even fetch a good five-hour sleep due to a tormentable load of projects pending in line.

True to say,

I am my own master, I am my own slave.

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Sunday or it wouldn't be wrong to say sleepday is that part of the week that we all deliriously wait for.

From waking up late in the afternoon to having a hearty brunch, a game or two of Ludo, some easy-peasy conversations with Mom and Dad while having evening tea, and the never-ending nonsensical quarrels with Kunal and Isha is something that I would never trade anything for.

Family.

Means World.

As cliché, as it sounds, this word shall remain at the top of my priority list.

My Dad Suresh Kansal is a living example of a complete family man. At the age of 51, he still has everyone wrapped around his fingers, all because of his down-to-earth and sensible personality. My best friend, My Dad is the one who I can approach whenever I need some serious advice or even scolding's.

There are no secrets between us, hence I rely on him and only him when it comes to opening up my heart.

My Mom Sonia Kansal, a proud homemaker, is the guiding light in each of our lives. With her strong willpower and courage, she is no less than Queen Jhansi of our kingdom.

My younger brother, Kunal Kansal, co-owner at Kansal Telecom along with Dad, our mobile phone showroom, is blessed with amazing marketing skills.

Younger than me by two years, he holds a vivid level of maturity as compared to his fellow age mates.

The youngest member of our house, the not-so-little twenty-one-year-old Isha Kansal is a walking grenade. Despite her bold personality, she is one of a kind. Valiant and joyous can be used to best describe her. She has her way of making people agree to all her demands.

Alas, as perfect and uncomplicated as these relationships sound or look from far, they are not.

There is nothing called Perfect Family or Perfect Relationships, Perfection is just an Illusion, just a Utopia.

Because there will always be times when the clouds of self-doubt envelop your whole existence, forcing you to skeptically eye all the relations around you. And you have to keep convincing yourself to look beyond the grudges, to move past the everyday arguments, to slither from the insecurities and just focus on the good, the sanguinity of the moment.

Maybe that's what life is. Searching for a ray of light in the deepest of dusk.

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As much as I am in love with my laptop, my family is not. That's why the only hot topic running wild these days at the Kansals is my marriage.

"Adi, Sure, you don't like anyone?" My father probed around three months ago to which my response was an obvious no.

Apart from some casual dating, I never found the girl of my choice. Every time I tried getting into relationships, either these girls would be too innocent to believe or too rowdy to handle.

None of their fault but compatibility and some alikes are what I am rooting for.

Hence, after my refusal regarding the presence of any girl in my life, the impending hunt began.

The hunt I was dreading for a long.

The kind of hunt that evokes a plethora of bizarre sensations within me.

The hunt I was not yet ready for.

The Hunt for My Bride.

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