- Once you get him talking, he never shuts up. But, anyways, Zara, what do you say? Want to go out with us? - Yeah, sure I’ll go out. Where were you thinking? Obviously you’re in charge here.

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- Once you get him talking, he never shuts up. But, anyways, Zara, what do you say? Want to go out with us? - Yeah, sure I’ll go out. Where were you thinking? Obviously you’re in charge here.
-This is my younger sister, Tara. Tara, this is Zara, a friend.
-Nice to meet you, Zara. Kishan hasn’t told me about any of his friends in school. I was starting to think he was some kind of loser with no friends…I mean, I still think he secretly is a loser. Just wink if he’s paying you to pretend to be his friend.
-Kishan’s great. He actually doesn’t pay nearly enough for fake friends so he actually had to use that great charm of his to win me over.
baileyfuge:
Bailey didn’t mean to rude but it was hard to manage Kishan’s sister showing up with gifts and letters. It wasn’t as if this had been easy, dealing with Kishan’s death had defined the last year of her life. All of her choices lead back to that moment, and here she was another new pieces to place into the puzzle. “Thank you Tara, really. Seeing you has made my month.” She smiled as she spoke holding the present and the letter under hand, still not exactly sure what she should be doing right now. Bailey nodded in agreement with her words, should she tell her about the Grid? Bailey wasn’t sure but it felt wrong to not, give her that change. “Today? That too bad, you can’t stay any longer?”
Tara smiled at Bailey, happy that she could cheer her up. She liked Bailey and was glad that she still stayed in touch. “Well...” She raised her eyebrows. “I think I could afford to stay longer,” she said. She spent so many days working and doing stuff for school that sticking around for a while longer might be a nice change. It’d be fun, especially if she could spend it with a friend. Plus, she was about to graduate and she knew her grades wouldn’t suffer if she played hooky. “Do you have any plans for the next couple of days?”
baileyfuge:
“Of course he wrote letters.” Bailey said with a small smile on her face at the thought.There was something so very Kishan about it. Like part of him had known what would happen, like he’d seen it in the stars. Reaching her hand out she took the envelope in her hand, staring down at it. Whatever it said Bailey was sure it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough for how vastly she missed him, how her hurt was. So she just lingered there for a moment the letter in her hands. “Thanks Tara, I’ll read it. I just can’t…” her sentence trailed off, knowing Tara would be understanding of what she’d been saying. What the letter said wasn’t for her any more, it was for a Bailey who didn’t really exist any longer. One thing was clear now to Bailey. She had to get back to The Grid.
“How long are you in town?” She asked smiling and trying to change the subject.
"Oh, it’s okay. Go ahead and read it whenever you’re ready,” Tara said, waving her hands. “I just wanted to give it to you now before I left.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small box that was wrapped in a beige wrapping paper and a black bow. “He...also left this. I don’t know if it was for a late Christmas or birthday present or something, but it was labeled and left behind in his room.” She passed the box across the table over to Bailey. There were other letters and boxes labeled for some people from his friend group, but not much else written about them. “I understand this must be difficult. None of us really got a proper goodbye, you know? I sit there, just thinking about what I’d say to him if I had a chance to say goodbye. I wonder what his last words were or what they’d be if we saw him before he died,” she said. “I still think about what I’d give to just have one more moment with him.” She wrapped her hands around her mug and welcomed Bailey’s change of subject. “I was here for a tech conference and it ended earlier. Today’s technically my last day, but I don’t really need to be back to class until the day after tomorrow. So, I might stick around and explore some of the city before I go back.”
baileyfuge:
Bailey showed Tara the way to her favorite coffee spot, they order drinks and found a seat. Car rush by the window as they and Bailey listen closely as Tara began to speak. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I sort fell off the map for while, got lost in work.” Bailey knew it might not be the healthiest way to deal but she was feeling better. So that and to mean something. God it had been a year, it felt like yesterday and five years ago at the same time. How was it that possible. Bailey smiled at the mention of Kishan being close to the stars, she looked down into her drink. “That sound perfect Tara, but you don’t owe me anything. Kishan and I were…” Bailey trailed off a bit trying to fin the best way to word this. “We were getting to know each other, whatever your family choose to do is right by my me.” Part of Bailey wished she had been there, wished she could do more, but her life was here in Boston. When Tara mentioned there was something else Bailey looked up at her with question in her eyes. “Letters?” She asked, her heart sank. The Grid how much did Tara know.
Tara took a sip of her tea and sighed softly. “I know, but you were one of his closer friends. You, June, and Zara, and since Wes hasn’t been around....” She pursed her lips together, refusing to say anything more about Wes and the resentment she felt. “I just thought you’d like to know because I haven’t really told anyone else what we did.” She leaned over to pull out some things from her bag, which included letters for everyone from his friend group and some other little things here and there. She remembered the rest of everything he wrote. The notes Kishan made were passed on to Sebastian to help him with whatever project he was working on. The journals he left behind were kept by Tara. She spent hours pouring over them trying to figure out the strange computer program he’d been working on, but she figured Bailey wouldn’t want to hear about all of that boring tech stuff. “Yes, letters. He left one for everyone. This one is yours,” she said, passing a letter in an envelope that had Bailey’s name on it.
- I have a picture with him. It’s silly. I don’t know if it’s something you or your parents would want. If this was the last photo, your family should have it. - You should keep it. It’s yours. Kishan would want you to have it…remember all the good times you two had.
- I’m glad that we’re talking. I like being a team again. - Me too.
baileyfuge:
“Boston just about the worst for that.” Bailey said thinking of how much she paid each month for her place. “Yeah coffee sounds great,” Bailey hadn’t been doing much anyway and she’d always make time for Tara. Bailey tried to hide it but each time she looked at Tara she could almost hear Kishan. It was good, though, good to feel like he was close.
Tara walked side by side with Bailey over to the coffee shop and ordered a cup of tea. Once Bailey got herself a drink, they went to a small table for two by the window. “So...I haven’t really spoken to you a whole lot since the memorial a year ago,” she said, wringing her hands nervously. This was the first time she really, really talked about what happened a year ago since it all happened. “I just wanted to let you know that Kishan was cremated and his ashes were scattered at sea and the rest of his...remains were mixed together with this redwood tree seed. It’s like this whole thing where they plant you in the ground with the tree and you become fertilizer for the tree and then it grows. I thought it’d be a good idea to have him be a part of a redwood tree since they’re the tallest trees and then he’d always...be able to see the stars.” It felt weird to talk about it now since all of her other friends were there with her or heard about it first hand. “But that wasn’t the only thing I wanted to talk to you about. I didn’t feel ready to bring it up a year ago, but I think I am now. Kishan left a lot of stuff behind and it included journals...notes...letters....”
baileyfuge:
Bailey lifted her arms and hugged Tara back, happy for the bit of comfort the young woman offered. “Yeah, it’s really good to see you.” She recalled seeing Kishan in the Grid before falling off the map. For a moment she thought of telling Tara but didn’t really know-how. “The real world isn’t so bad, at least you paid in the real world,” Bailey added with a shrug.”Yeah excited, glad to be back in a familiar place.”
“That is true. Getting paid more than minimum wage would be nice. Rent prices are all going up everywhere you look,” Tara said with a light laugh. "Want to go grab a quick cup of coffee?” Tara asked Bailey. She didn’t really want to give her the letter and everything on the sidewalk in the middle of the campus. She pointed towards the coffee shop that was behind her. “I wanted to talk to you about something...about...Kishan.”
The Pieces
Tagging: Tara Ahuja Time & Location: March 20th, 2019 @ San Francisco, CA Word Count: 785 Summary: Tara holds the funeral back home for Kishan. Side Notes: 4 of ~4 mini self paras
Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as the people crossed back and forth in front of Tara. She’d practiced smiling in the mirror before walking out to the reception after Kishan’s funeral. It was very different from the memorial that she and Bailey planned back in Boston. Here there were older friends and family. Old friends from school, family friends, former colleagues, and distant relatives she hardly spoke to anymore. The only people missing were her parents who were nowhere to be found. She pulled money out of her own pocket to pay for everything. Tara gave everyone polite smiles and quiet thank yous as people greeted her. It was all the same thing.
baileyfuge:
“Tara,” Bailey felt the air leave her lungs for a moment her mind filling up with memories of Kishan. The last time she’d been in the grid. His face smiling at her, taking a deep breath Bailey pulled back. “I-I’ve been around mostly working after graduation. I’m a professor now, weird to say out loud.” Bailey without thought rubbed her thumb over the constellation tattoo on her wrist. “Political science and other sociology classes. Freshmen level stuff.”
Tara pulled Bailey into a tight hug. When she pulled back, she smiled at her brother’s friend. “I’m so glad that I ran into you,” she said with a light laugh. “It is weird to say, isn’t it? I can’t believe that I’m graduating and then I’ll be out in the real world.” She felt a small pang of sadness at the thought of Kishan not being at her graduation ceremony. He wouldn’t be there to cheer her on, take (embarrassing) photos, and then hug her as she held up her diploma after crossing the stage. “How have you been doing? Do any kind of traveling or anything like that? Are you excited about teaching?”
baileyfuge:
“I didn’t imagine I’d be back here so soon, but it’s good to be home,” Bailey said with a smile looking around the campus. “I hope teaching suits me.” She added with sigh.
Tara had been in Boston the last few days for a tech conference and on her last day there, she figured she’d stop by Turing to see how things were going with Kishan’s friends. Plus, she had something to give each of them and she didn’t know all their addresses to mail them. “Hey! Where’ve you been? How are you?” she said with a grin. “I’m sure you’ll do great. What are you teaching? I didn’t even know you wanted to teach.”
javier-silva:
“It’s great you could make it, Tara” Javier said to Kishan’s sister with a smile, going ahead to give her a hug. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind, but it was the Mexican in him that very often went for the hug. Besides, it was truly nice seeing her here. The last time the writer saw her had been at his friend’s memorial. “If it tastes as good at it smells, I’m sure we’ll all love it” he assured her, and as someone with a passion for all things culinary, his prediction based on aroma alone indicated a delicious taste awaited. He held out his hands, offering his help to get the large plate she’d brought to the table where Jack had set everything else. “That was considerate of you. Maybe these lot can’t handle their spices but I’m pretty good with spicy food” he told her with a smile, glancing over at the rest of the gang before he looked at her again.
"It’s good to see you, Javier,” Tara said, leaning in to give him a hug. It felt nice to have a hug from one of Kishan’s close friends. She felt like he was still there. Like maybe he could walk through the door at any moment and tell them that everything was a cruel joke or that maybe he’d joined the CIA and had to fake his death. “I also made some dal for any vegan and vegetarian friends,” she added. She followed Javier into the kitchen where the rest of the food went. She leaned against the counter and looked over at the rest of the gang as they all talked and drank and a few others filed in. “Well, next time, I’ll be sure to make a spicier dish as well as a mild dish for you and anyone else who likes a little extra heat. How have you been?”
“Thanks for inviting me,” Tara said with a small smile. “I really appreciate it. You didn’t have to do this, you know?” She was happy to see all of Kishan’s friends together, although they did seem more...distant than before. Distant and disjointed. “I made some butter chicken. I hope you all like it. It was one of Kishan’s favorite dishes. But, I kept it mild this time since some of you can’t handle your spices like Kishan could,” she said with a laugh. She’d still get sad just mentioning or thinking of him in passing, but she felt that she was past the crying now. Every now and then a tear might slip through, but she was sick of the tears.
The Letters
Tagging: Tara Ahuja Time & Location: March 18th, 2019 @ Kishan and Zara’s Apartment Word Count: 730 Summary: Tara finishes going through Kishan’s things and finds something unexpected. Side Notes: 3 of ~4 mini self paras
Tara sat on the floor of Kishan’s bedroom with filled up boxes surrounding her. She was exhausted and didn’t want to do anymore, but she had to. She had to finish everything and get out. She had to return to school before she fell too far behind in her studies. Surely, they’d understand her situation and give her extensions, but she didn’t want their sympathy and she didn’t want to be given all that extra time to do her work. She knew for a fact that instead of doing her work in that extra time, she’d be crying over her dead brother. She’d rather work under a tight deadline and finish it.
sal-rizzo:
Sal shrugged a little, too. “Doesn’t matter what had happened, still shouldn’t have been a dick,” he stated. It was true - for all he could’ve guessed Tara might’ve been there to help share the good news that Kishan had some amazing life opportunity come up. Either way, acting rude and skeptical wasn’t the response to a clearly upset stranger. He couldn’t promise he wouldn’t do that again, but he still wanted to offer an apology to the girl. Unsure what to say next, he glanced back at some of the other people filtering out of the memorial before he turned back to Tara. “How much longer are you around?”
"Yeah, probably,” Tara said with a soft smile. “Maybe that’s one thing to learn from all of this,” she added. She stared at the ground for a minute as silence took over between them. She looked back up at Sal when he asked about how long she’d be around. “Only for a couple more days. I’m finishing going through his things and packing everything up. I have to clean out his room at Zara’s and then get his paperwork from the laboratories. Then I have to pick up whatever it was that they could salvage from the wreck,” she told him. “But then I’ll head back to New York and before going to San Francisco to figure out Kishan’s final resting place.”