The Dawn.

1. Pancakes

Tum se hi.

Karan flips the last pancake on the pan before taking it upright into the plate he held. Looking at the pancakes seated on the plate with a satisfied smile.

Karan: good job.

He praises himself seeing the dustbin free from burnt pancake. It's the first time, After one whole month of practice he can make pancakes without burning them or him and also not getting classes for being careless.

How much of a big idiot he has been thinking, cooking and kitchen was an easy task. Seeing his mother and wife so flawless in kitchen that was the impression he had. Unless he had really tried making something on his own.

Even if he had made pasta perfectly in the first try for his lady love, only now he understood it was all because of her being in the kitchen that it came out edible and tasty.

He smiles at the memory of his proposal rushed down his mind. What a beautiful day it was. 

Neatly assembling the berries and bananas he had cut before, he turns around and opens the upper cabinet door to fetch out the honey and chocolate syrup. 

Quickly adding them on the fluffy pancakes along with butter slice, he places it on the food trolley along with the cereal bowl and fresh juice before strolling the trolley out of the kitchen.

Leaving a sigh at the empty living space around him which roared silence, he climbs the stairs looking at the morning view of the big City  London.

Morning London is a totally different city than afternoon London or even late night London.

The morning is so calm and relaxed with almost no rush on the streets. Just the soft hues of the sun coating the sky and reflecting on big buildings and places of the city. The golden, shading the tower, bridge and making the giant wheel sheer in calmness.

More like the bustle of the day before being washed away, and the city is starting again, fresh and clean. With the new ray of sun a new hope arising inside the people along with the golden reflection of shining sun.

A moment of serenity before it’s once again thrown into chaos.

Karan walks past the huge glass wall, after admiring the perfect view of the city that, wall of the gives. The glass walls and windows around gives them the best sunlight throughout the day and it's one the thing he loves.

White walls of the corridor glistening in golden shade of rising sun and directly reflecting it back on his face. His black eyes shine brown and his face orange.

Pushing the fallen locks back from his forehead he turns walking stright until he turns to the right standing infront of a white door.

Tilting the knob slowly, he steps inside the the room with a smile splayed on his face at the view.

The room was still in dark even after the rise of sun. It's very unusual and unlike actually, but from last two months it's very normal.

Walking towards the king sized bed in the centre of the room he stops the stroll of his trolley. Looking at the person who's pasted against the mattress like a kola.

The back facing him as they layed on their stomach, face buried in the pillow, his pillow. And the brunette hair splayed in a mess over it. The view, that's all it took for him to have his first genuine smile of the day.

Hair's grown longer.

His hand went to caress the hair as he sat beside. Moving away the hair that threatened to cover the face and getting a better view of the face beanthe it.