Chapter 17
[A/N: Ummm.. Nai pata kya kahu.. Chalo Happy Belated Holi hi keh deti hu..]
He decided that enough was enough. He wasn't going to stay at this crazy-ass place for one more day. No matter what, he just had to get out of here to the place where sane people existed.
He didn't pack anything, and just with keys to his car, made his way down to the hall.
It was just another day here at his Haveli, where people were again absent cause either they were in sleep-induced coma or they were searching for doctors to get rid of sleep-induced coma.
"Kahin jaa rahe hai baba?" He heard the elderly voice ask him.
"Haan, Dehradun tak jaa raha hu, Karamji. Ghar ka khyal rakhiyega." He reassured him, smiling a little.
"Jee, thik hai. Kab tak wapis aayenge?" He was asked again.
"Kal tak shayad. Aap chinta mat kijiye." He said his goodbye, and left.
It took him hardly an hour, to reach the city of Dehradun. And once he had reached, he just roamed around; one alley to other, lord knows trying to find what.
He settled on a bar, which looked more like the inns he used to frequent on his days abroad, and went in to get a drink.
After an hour and just a scotch later, he found the loneliness soothing. People around him were chatting, politics, games, etc, some of the topics. And he didn't bother to make even small talk with the bartender. He was just so happy to be away from that place. That suffocating hell of a place..