*PART TWO OF 'A True Indian Cinderella'*
Meeya continues her struggle as a neglected child. Hoping one day to find her true love! Farim struggles hard to battle loneliness and suffers bad things.
WILL THEY GET BACK TOGETHER OR WOULD THEY CONTINUE T...
If ever there was magic powder, it was that iridescent glow of the butterfly wings. Not the actual, the one from within me. It casts a spell on my body so that my soul is brought into the moment with a fullness. I felt as if my thoughts were more tuned in somehow, as if I were a radio that's found a frequency that is both more calm and more intense all at once. That instant of hearing those word brings a serenity that holds me as if in some universal camera flash.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
That was enough.
Allah you are great. You are hearing my cry.
I poured some warm water in a gold tinted glass. Brought it up without spilling any out while hiding the phone at its original place. Knocked the door twice. Entered in with a smirk while I looked at Fatima Aunty and hinted successful mission. She acknowledged.
"ehem... Nisha it's getting late and I need to sleep. Thank you for keeping me company. You can go now." she said as she took a sip of warm water.
My mom's shoulder rubbed against mine as she walked past. An instant fear crept through and left when she had left.
I looked at Fatima aunty and she looked right back.
She signed. "everything went okay?"
I signed back an "Okay sign" and started weeping tears of joy. She came towards me and hugged me so tightly and uttered "it's going to be okay my darling. He is yours as your husband if god wills. We support y'all." she whispered in my ears as she wiped my tears and gave me kisses on my forehead. My longing for a mother's love was fulfilled at that moment. Her warmth was immaculate. She embraced me as her own. This very feeling is what I had been missing my entire life.
I got comfortable in my bed. I was at peace. At peace that I am not lonely. At peace that somebody is there for me. At peace that I finally heard the very voice I had longed for years. Soo at peace that there and then I wouldn't complain if it was going to be my last breath.
"Pondatti, I am coming for you"
I slept peacefully.
"Meeya akka! Meeya akka wake up!" Hima squealed into my ears.
I jerked!
What the hell!
"WHat HIMA?" sorry my morning mood is not the greatest.
"Meeya akka Amma wants you to go and cook with Jasmine Machi."
Cook? Me? At this hour? Come on! Oh ya it was a Saturday. I am not surprised as I'm not heading school. It was soo funny as my mom was actually telling Fatima aunty that I had school this morning as an excuse to not let me sleep with her but it was Saturday today! LOL.
I was still so tired that my muscles were stiff and sore.
I looked beside me and Fatima Aunty was sound asleep. I rolled away my adjustable bed, rather quietly in order not to disturb her and dragged myself downstairs.
