We were never close with our parents in our early years. They both lived in the city, while we were growing up under the care of our grandmother. As I had mentioned before, our father was busy with his career, while mother was immersed in her final days of University. We barely met them, there were not many strings attached.

But every fairy tale has its ending. When I was about to turn seven, on one fine clear evening, Grandma passed away. She was healthy and fine, without any symptom of illness or whatsoever. She just went to take her afternoon nap, and never woke up.

After the funeral was done, my father got this sudden pang of guilt, to suffice the negligence they had shown to us (as they thought), they took us to the city.

Soon our mother graduated and landed on a good job, though I had no idea about her work-life ever. As far as I had enquired, that she worked in some special government agency which was highly confidential. Well, she was a versatile woman, to begin with, the foundation stone of our family. My father's craziness, my sister's stubbornness and my laziness; she was the one who balanced out everything. She was the backbone of our family.

Compared to her, my father was quite the opposite. By profession, he was a doctor. Yes, a doctor. Though I had no clue how he became one. In all aspect, he had been the exact opposite of my mother. But they sort of balanced out. And it would be quite unfair to not admit that he was one of the honest and simple-hearted persons I had seen.

And there was my sister, the almighty dominating empress of our family. We shared a very usual brother-sister bond, like two different poles of a magnet.

She was in her final years of high school. The academic ace, apart from that she was also the vice-president of the Students' Council, class-representative and the president of the literature club, chief editor of the school newspaper. She was also preparing for her college entrance exams. And all because of these, she had been basically invisible in the house for a while. Either she was at her school or her cram classes; whenever she was at home, she locked herself up in her room. And I wished that she stayed busy with her works and craps as much as possible. Because whenever she got free time, guess who was the person whom she found amusingly funny to pick on?

Then there was I. There wasn’t particularly anything special to talk about me. I was characteristically completely opposite of her. I single-handedly dominated the vast empire of laziness and procrastination. During summer vacation when my sister buried herself in her cram classes, studies and other tons of extra-curricular activities. I would take naps in my cosy room while keeping a safe distance from any kind of physical activities and usually spent days doing nothing. I was as good as a professional when it came to doing 'nothing'. Often I had thought that I suffered from a certain degree of detachment from society. I could have easily chosen the life of a shut-in. I almost became one. But I did not want to hurt my family. But in order to do that, I had failed to become both a shut-in and a social person.

I was just one of those people one hardly notices in class, those who sit at the corner and goes through all the class as discreet as possible. I was one of those people whom one would rather avoid. And to which I agree, because I would avoid them too. I had no interest in getting tangled with the life of other people. I was the black sheep of the family. To which I had no regret at all. If everyone chooses to chase their passionate endeavours or career goals, then who would do the boring and usual jobs? Society got to have some people for those, and I did not mind being one of them if it would provide me with peace.