It was too tempting to not just wish out Jenna out of her vase. The past week was probably the least I have talked in my entire life probably including my infant years. They had given me a room that was kinda isolated and had its own door that led to the outdoors. So I had no reason at all to enter the actual house. The other door was always closed except for the time the cook knocked on it to leave me some food. She was a professional, never said a word, just handed me some tiffin boxes, left out my washed clothes and collected my dirty laundry and boxes from the previous day. She did smile though, but never talked. There was no need to.
Apparently, there were quite a good number of people living in the house. I was using my brother's old room, but he had a guest room reserved for him whenever he was back in town. Then there was the lady of the house. My father's first wife. I once caught a glimpse of her looking at me from the balcony. She did not hide of flinch like the rest of them did, but I was in a hurry to make it to my college so didn't bother to make any eye contact. Anyway, none of them matter to me. Her brother's family were living in the same house too. They seem to be a pretty pompous family with all their loud dinners and much merry making that was kinda of nauseating. I could hear them chatter away continuously all through the day. Someone even had a birthday celebration in the middle of the night, it was quite noisy. I heard a knock a couple of times, but I didn't bother to open it. Got a piece of cake next day with my food servings.
I did happen to catch a look at their family picture when I first entered the house. A seemingly happy family, a stout father with a thinning hairline and mustache covering half his mouth. An equally stout mother wearing the fanciest glittery saree I have ever seen with two girls. One my age, I must admit, prettier than me in many aspects and smaller one who was probably still in school. I figured the first one was my age, because I saw her in the freshers party at my college just a few days ago. She didn't seem to know who I was at all. Unlike me though, she seemed to have a lively group of friends around her already.
I am yet to make any friends at college, but I suppose it takes time. Or I could just hang out with Anil when he joins later next week. But I'm not sure how much we would be able to hang out as he is in a different major. Anil is my best friend, all throughout school and while he is not as good as Iam in studies, he did manage to get into the same college as I did. I know he worked extra hard just to be around me. And I tried extra hard as well to get into this college but still lacked the funds to actually secure the seat. But I guess it's all taken care of now by my brother. So for the next 4 years, I'm stuck at this place. Once I make it out of here, I'm never coming back.
I'm used to living like this anyway, Anil and my friends madr my life bearable and I could bear the prison like life at hom, well, it could be have been worse. I, atleast am comfortable with all basic needs. Anil actually comes from a poorer family. He lives with his uncle and aunt who had no babies on their own and decided to adopt him when his parents passed away in an accident. But then his uncle and aunt are too old and have barely any means to take care of themselves, add on to that another child. They are good people he says, but all I saw from my childhood was a child essentially taking care of two grown ups. Even now, they were quite reluctant to let him leave the town for studies. But Anil, like me knew he had to have a good education to do what he wants to do. And also he knew I would be a loner. So, here I am waiting in my temp cell for a fellow friend to start our new life with only hope to finally be better, away from all the selfish and greedy pigs. But now that we have a djinn, maybe I could wish something for Anil or fast track our life to a better place sooner than we planned. Well, as long as my brother agrees to it. For now though, I'm just as locked in as the genie herself.
But just one thing striked me odd. If this room was so isolated from the main house by design, why would this be my brother's room? He is supposedly the little master of the house. Well, it's nothing I should bother with.