THIRTY STOLEN NIGHTS

ONE

In this big house, since there are no servants to clean every room everyday and I don't need to roam around in every corner of my house. I closed the windows and doors that was left open by mom. I just left my room, study room and the living room which lead to the main gate. 

I am lazy and still was so desperate to live alone. Great!

My study room is attached to the living room at the ground floor where a big window and a glass sliding door leads directly to the backyard.

I love flowers and my mom planted many of them herself for me in the backyard. Gardener come every morning to water those little plants having tender flowers on top of them.

I wake up late in the morning. So those innocent plants can not be left on my responsibility or I'll become the one responsible for their death.

My room is next to the study room, also attached to the living room. My life for next thirty days will revolve around in these three rooms unless I plan to go out which is the least possible thing I'd do.

But who knows!

I don't do cooking although I know a bit. In absence of everyone I'm afraid of setting myself on fire along with my kitchen or blast it somehow.

I'd just order takeaway from my favourite restaurant I usually go to dine in.

I called and ask my mother if they reached there. It is a long journey and they can't go to their destination directly.

It is an island and they needed to take their flight from New Delhi. So now they're at the central airport. It'll take five hours from there.

I'm counting every hours because a huge wave hit the coast and it hasn't reached far till now.

I wonder how they'll reach there in this weather. Perhaps it'll start raining after midnight or tomorrow.

It's evening and I am sitting on the lawn chair under the gulmohar tree. Its flowers shades from orange to red giving it a name of flame tree. The name perfectly suits it.

What I like about it is not its flower or its color but the sepals which is green outside and red inside. I play with it sometimes. I peel off half of the red part of sepal and stick it on my finger nails.

It doesn't look cute or beautiful but the process is rather fun.

I was peeling the sepals when I noticed the clouds hindered the sunlight falling on my house. It covered the entire sky and switched its color like an old lady's white hair at 90s to the gray hair of her at her 50s.

It then occurred to me to close windows of my bed room and living room too because of the wind and dust. I'll use study room.

It'll help me to take shower in the rain if it happened tonight.

I love it when it rains. Its soothing sound and earthy aroma engross me completely.

The petrichor of the first rain shower after a long time of parched ochre maquillage waiting to be dewily smudged are way too enchanting.

As sun went down clouds became darker and darker, that atmosphere became windy and dusty. Its making its way inside my house without leaving any little hole left open by me.

I'm counting every minutes for those little angel droplets to fight over with these little demon clouds of dust as well as the delivery boy who'll bring my dinner in a few minutes.

I've informed guards about the meal time or they'll drive him away from the main gate. They won't let him step his one foot in.

I know the delivery boy. He works at the restaurant and always bring my meal whenever I order takeaway. I know him but never talked to him. I wanted to but I feel shy. He's always busy at this young age. God knows why he need to work this hard. There's still a lifetime ahead of him. He must have had many difficulties.