Dragonflies

LITTLE THINGS

Finding her way to the couch, Delilah found her coffee most enchanting as the downpour had announced its arrival. She could just sit by the window sill where her plants had been placed on either side with her coffee with a book and just feel like one of the pinterest girls but the fact that she had work to do struck through her like a lightening of the evening.

She was no longer a free wanderer; she was bound to responsibility and she quite wanted to remain grateful for what was being given to her life.

The door bell rung announcing a visitor and reluctantly, Delilah got up from her position in the couch to get to the door and see who it was. Although she had lost all motivation to interact with humans and wanted to be cuddled by fifteen cats or so.

And, as soon as the door was flung open, in a speed of a shadow she was pounced upon and she felt herself stumbling backwards; if she had not known better, she would have tried to polish her judo tactics on the person.

"Amber, get off me! You are heavy! And you are nearly choking me!", she said in between breath to get out from the death grasp of her friend.

"Oh, sorry. I just got carried away, I guess", Amber sheepishly grinned, moving away and scratching the back of her head.

"A lot too carried away", Delilah said, rubbing her neck to restart the cut off circulation of blood that she had felt because of the lady standing in front of her.

Amber was a lady who was going to reach her thirties soon and she had been like a rock through out Delilah's life. She had been managing it most of the times and had partially adopted Delilah as her little sister; well, more like an mother though.

"I got you some mushroom risotto, although you would rather starve than eat junk food, but I didn't really have time to cook something. Therefore I hope you wouldn't just be starving", Amber said sipping her coffee from Starbucks normally.

And Delilah froze in her place.

If she hated eating outside, she would rather eat outside than eat Amber's cooking for she knew it would be the same as eating poison; just that you would know it beforehand that you were going onto Grim Reaper's grasp.

It was really a miserable story; how she got that impression over Amber.

Delilah hadn't been really a great fan of eating outside; rendering them unhealthy and destructor of health. And she had barely known to boil a bowl of water.

That was when Amber came in.

Seeing her dislike in the food they sold, Amber offered that she could get her cooked food from her home. Lolling her tongue for a proper home-cooked food, she had jumped in the oppurtunity. And, probably that had been the worst mistake she had ever made in her life.

That night, when Amber made her dinner, she knew she had taken her first bite of poison. Struggling to shallow down the first bite, she hadn't wanted to break the young lady's heart.

"How do you like it?", when asked this question, she had just nodded her head, unable to form coherent sentences.

It was as if, the food had erased her power of speaking.

And till death, she is afraid she would really die of Amber's cooking and Amber would feel guilty when the truth breaks out to her.

"Well you know what, I don't think you need to do that much hardwork. I have learnt a little bit of cooking now and I can do it for me now", Delilah had said out in a rushed desperacy to get Amber out of her kitchen mind.

"Are you implying that I don't cook nice food?", Amber asked raising a brow and holding tight on to her cup.

Delilah wanted to break the truth to her; but she knew what could wash over her once she knew about it and betrayal she would feel for she absolutely loved cooking. And she never wanted to be the reason for her to give up on something she loved.