It was five in the sunrise when I became conscious after a bunch of reasonable illusions which was the rarest to happen. However, there are some special moments left in my chronic life.
Dreams play an integral role in my life story. It gives me an indication to predict the future.
Some parts are however unpredictable. Perhaps, people say dreams aren't meant to be real, and hence it's known to be a dream.
There is no meaning to that dream if they aren't accomplished.
Despite this, humans have proven that love is like a dream and they are unable to seek for the love like in dreams.
If that dream is identical to my reality, that being the case, I shall never mention that love in my dreams. For now, just look for the dream that can dispute reality that prevents dreaming.
Never mind, let's say.
On getting up early, I thought why not make hot tea for everyone? Thereon my sister and father have to travel back to abode (i.e. yay!!)
What will emerge at the most, the milk can explode, it can become a bit fizzy, or can also set a fire in the house. No, it will be too much. let us stay till the second set.
Politely, nothing is going to change even so. Extraneous blaze doesn't matter. Yet the fire of compassion in their spirits is passing away.
The cold-heartedness within each.
Oddities for me because I am relatively suitable right there.
I set "adrak ki chai" and I yet had the odds to aggravate them. It had always been a thing to do ever since they thought I grew up.
I don't give a shit about manners.
I held a plate and banged with a spoon stridently such as the restful sleep of nearby residents could be wiped out. What a pleasure.
It was really sad when share downright woke uproar, "thunderstorm!".
Honestly, I was just assisting with some exposure therapy, or perhaps I was increasing her adrenaline level, or there is a 26.66% chance for both.
Well, it was delightful when mamma appreciated my doing.
What to say, we are suffering from strange gall that the only thing visible to us is a deliberate kick-ass hurt.
"Deserving people", we blasted.
I kept the tea strainer above the teacup. Took the teapot and placed it to the right, next to the teacup with the spout of it facing to the left. Yep, I'm a genius, thanks. Then dumped some nuts and cookies in the middle surrounding the silver candelabra. In closing, sugar, sugar tongs, and milk were placed on the left side of the plate.
They both couldn't take their sights off me.
I gave an ingratiating smile, looking pleased with myself, but it so awfully gazed.
Father suddenly broke out asking --
"Lara, I need some help", he pleaded, stroking his beard.
"Kara, how's your work going on?", Mother ignored.
Wonderful! ;)
"Yeah, Mama, I can't be convinced of this promising assignment in my ambitions".
To be mentioned:-
I have no notion of what exact assignment I'm talking about. Might be, I harbored Siddharth to be an assignment? Well, I am exhorted to be her good child and was enough to shut down some wrong-made machine.
Father got a hold of himself and kept his hipness, "By this nightfall Shyra will have to go to for entrance
I have some meetings to meet with, will you go to Thane?"
"As expected, Raghav. Your claims are oftentimes uncovered with rascality.", she let out.
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I slurped my tea. The sound was rather terrific.
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"How rigidly it's for my advantage? Huh? is she not your daughter? Aren't you her mother?", He screamed.
"Well, lawfully it's none of my concern, as well as I remember", she screamed.
Shyra sits back and slashes slide down her face.
"Enough parents, I mean parent and a parent, I mean.. you know what I mean", I tried being sassy but failed.
"Only if Shyra yearns for it", mother said.
Poor mother.
Honestly, the day was turning out to be more like my day.
Well, the plan had already been thought out. I'll be all alone. If
he'll be with me then I won't get frightened of the dark. Got too many notes. I like stereotyping occasionally. When and where did I start getting scared of darkness? Darkness is my second name. Have you not heard? Dark Kara IIaria. I laughed and collapsed inside my wicked imagination.
To be mentioned:-
These people are reluctant to sit together, it has to be.
Well, It was never planned that way. But we must always be ready for change. And I believe, for me, the change is a bit beautiful for a turn.
Father drove back to his place as far as we know, rest depends on his will. But don't worry, I can tell you with certainty that he is a gentleman of complete integrity. He is often called a model of rectitude and believe me I just love lying here and there.
A few minutes later,
Mum left for the flight, it was quite early, but I can give you a reasonable reason. I clarified to her for having worthwhile planning for the future. When it starts raining stringent, or traffic leads up to a fender bender or even a thunderstorm for real, You will desire to have the foresight to be ahead of the schedule. You can't procrastinate or live off the edge. Hence, she was forced to leave early. A daughter with the manse.
Oh, mother, we'll never be truly apart maybe in distance but never in heart.
*Now the party doesn't starts till I walk in*
I need you like a heart needs a beat. But something felt quite damp. can I break that trust? I can never disturb mother anymore. She is disturbed enough already. I can never hate the experiences that shaped me. I am magical myself. Let the day go with the inner child.
•Someone knocks on the door•