4.5 years ago
"Mom, I will be fine! Stop worrying about me." Shanaya, wearing denim jeans and a red tee, in her twenties, not elder than 21 with a little bit of fat on her body that would not place her in the 'fat' category, spoke on the phone while sipping the coffee.
Her tone gave nothing as she roams her free hand in her coffee coloured waist-length hair and her eyes full of sadness, loneliness and betrayal looked at the far end of the street, at nothing in particular.
It was mid of October, and she was standing outside one of the coffee shops in London. It was thirty minutes past six and the sun was about to set.
Her face lit up in a sad smile at something her mother said and, she replied to her"Mom, College is going fine. As for the rented apartment, I received a message from one of the house owners I met, and I am going to meet him now."
