I mean the words I said_KENDRIKA'S DESTINY_Myosotis in Her Eyes_ Oh well, here we go again
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I mean the words I said
“Are you coming tonight?” I was starting to regret the moment I decided to pick up the call when I saw Veer’s name flashing on my phone screen. “Ahmed, I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer!” I weighed out all the excuses in my mind that I could give him – I have to help Amma cook mutton korma today, I have a head ache, I have to rearrange the shelves in Abbu’s shop; but apparently he had heard every single one of them by now, more times than I could count on my fingers. “Who all are going to be there?” I asked and began tapping my foot uncontrollably against the wooden desk. “Suraj, you and I; ju...
KENDRIKA'S DESTINY
Kendrika ran from the barn, but she was already late for family dream sharing. Another scolding and hard looks from Brother and Father along with Mother’s sad smile and nod greeted her. Breathless, she took her seat saying, “Sorry for being late.”Mother nodded, “How were the horses?”“Good. I lost track of time.”Father grumbled, “You missed breakfast and here you are late again. You know dream sharing iswww.onedoor.cc important. We will discuss this later.”Her foster brother Beleal smirked at her but said nothing. He rarely spoke and mostly ignored her. He had been with the family as a fosterling for a yea...
Myosotis in Her Eyes
It was when she began to tap her heel on the concrete that I started to fidget, a nervous habit of mine. She continues to stare me down, though this time with a slight brow raised upon seeing my subconscious movements.The lady suddenly takes a keen interest in my face, narrowing her eyes upon studying mine.“Hm. You have pretty eyes.”“Thank you,” I reply, her judgmental demeanor weighing heavy on my chest. “Well-I trust Aurelia with my life. If our head maid trusts you’ll do a good job in the manor, then I’ll take her word for it.” The lady turns and walks past the gate, to which I hastily fol...
Oh well, here we go again
The shrill beeping of the mechanical alarm clock wakes me up dutifully as always. As my hands scramble to find the offending device, I hear the sweet melody of birds singing. Silly me, when have I ever thought the chirping of birds were sweet? Or melodic? This pandemic is doing things to me, I am almost sure of it. Scratch that, I am hundred percent certain of it. Look at my slowly dwindling sanity for instance, yesterday I found myself apologizing to the rubbish bin for knocking it over.Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I try to get up groggily from my bed. Key word being “try” here. But ...