Amidst A Thousand Suns

~wild, untamed freedom~

Anamika's P.O.V.

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I yawned as I rubbed my hands against each other.
When I sniffed them, they smelled of rose and vanilla.
Aah, I loved applying night-time creams on my body before sleeping.

I got up from my dressing table and went to the side-table that was sitting beside my bed.
Next, I took the plug of the incense machine and put it in the socket, and right after that, I poured some jasmine oil in it.
Within a few minutes, the whole room was bathing in the sweet, warm aroma of jasmines.

After choosing a novel from my small shelf, I placed myself on the bed and started reading it.

My reading was soon interrupted abruptly as I felt a chill shiver run down my spine.
Sigh.
I hated how not cold-friendly my body was.
I wouldn't mind if you would put me in middle of the Thar dessert one fine afternoon, but the moment you put me in any cold area without my thermal coverings, I would turn to ice.
And so, I took the A.C. remote and turned up the temperature of the A.C.

Today had been hectic for me.
I woke up tired in the morning itself and from that, you can easily make out how shitty my day went by.
Bank was also boring.
When is it not?

And when I came back, Aaghyaa figured out how tired I was and so, ordered pizza while we ate it and watched some T.V.
Nonetheless, I was tired.

After about ten minutes, my yawning increased immensely and I was finally compelled to put aside my book and sleep.

But irritatingly enough, when I turned off the lamp and layed on my bed, I was wide awake.
Ugh!
Just-
Just why?!

I think I am just tired to do anything but not exactly sleepy.
But dude, I sleep when I have nothing else to do.
What an I going to do now?

I looked at the time.
2:00 a.m.

Aaghyaa would also be sleeping right now; or else I would have gone to her room.

Our little trip to Mussoorie was the best thing that had happened to me after quite some while.
I still remember how free, how in my own skin, I had felt when I had looked at the rising sun in the chilly mornings there.
The child Anamika had always loved her hometown, and the now adult Anamika doesn't have a reason why she shouldn't.

All the credit goes to my daughter.
Oh, where would I be right now if not for her?
It's really ironic how she taught me and made me understood about living again.
Nonetheless, I am happy and that's all I want to be until the day I die.
That reminds me, I also threw away the pills that I had gotten for the second time.
I wanted to live.
It's nice to live.

Just as I was reminiscing about the past days, I heard a knocking on my bedroom door.
Aaghyaa?
At this hour?

I opened the door and asked her, "Aren't you asleep?"

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Meh, I can't sleep."

She plopped herself on my bed.

"Why aren't you asleep?", she pointed an accusing finger at me.

I shrugged in the same fashion as hers and said, in the same tone, "Meh, I can't sleep.".

She chuckled and soon enough, got up from the bed excitedly.

"Maa! Maa! Maa!"

"What now?"