The Lost Dynasty

The Aftermath

Summer holidays begins. When a chapter ends for a person but a new adventure begins.

Kyda graduated from her degree of psychology but decided to take interest into another career path. After the extraordinary and vivid experience that no logical person will ever believe, other than Priscilla, Kyda decided to integrate into the path of teaching, to teach young adolescent in Primary the sorrows, beauty and challenges they will face. Whether it's on a worksheet or in their outer school lives.

The Mughal exhibition was finally ready and will open to the public tomorrow. But with Kyda's connections to her mother and the receptionist, she was able to get an early access. It was out of character for her mother to allow such a thing for Kyda but after her detailed, prodigious and helpful contributions to the project, it had to be rewarded. Kyda sat on the unnecessary long spotless white steps of the museum and waited for Priscilla to come with the key to the entrance.
As she waited, she pulled out her leather journal that contained anything and everything to do with her life in the Mughal Empire. Sketches of everyone she missed so dearly, a drawing of the layout of the palace from memory, a poem about her visit to the bazaar, the recipes of delectable traditional Mughal dishes she fails to recreate and importantly the mostly attainable handwritten letter from Dr Adil. How she had to prey while using a hairdryer to save the letter.
She carry's the journal with the letter, almost everywhere she goes, it reminds her, she is worthy to walk on this earth and to soar to the best version of herself with the lessons she had with them. Kyda continued to flip the pages with a smile on her face till she gets to the sketch of Saif. She drew both versions of him. The left fist was a smiling, short waved hair Saif when he was young, merciful and playful. On the right hand side of the journal was the last time she saw her dearest Saif. He was older with median grown facial hair, a shaggy unkept curtain haircut and his scars, he had more of a somber expression and the whole drawing depicts the effects of a hard, unloved, complex life.

Kyda played with her gold pearl ring on her finger, it was a gift for graduation from her mother, till her fingertips delicately glides through the paper as she missed him like a nostalgia but with a hint of yearning.
It had been 8 months.

"Sorry I'm late" a muffled was heard from down the stairs. Kyda looked up to witness the amazing Priscilla with a blueberry bagel in her mouth and two large cup of locally sourced coffee, AKA: the local corner coffee shop around the block. Kyda packs her journal away in her bag and stood up with a smile and took the two coffee cups out of her hands. They both made their way to the door together as Priscilla pulled the bagel from her mouth and used her free hand to rummage through her purse for the keys. "What's with the spare coffee?" Kyda examined the two cups before her "Oh yea, I got your favourite, a cà phê đá ... by the way cute ring". Kyda identified the one with her name on it "You nailed the name but maybe stick to Vietnamese iced coffee" she jokes.

Priscilla found the keys to the entrance in her back pockets and let themselves in "I thought a nice drink will help you process what you'll be seeing" they made their way to the reception desk. Priscilla looks around before tucking her hair behide her ear to hear clearer "Can you hear that?... nevermind it stopped" Kyda returns back to her pervious comment "I've already seen the stuff, I'll be fine" Kyda leans her elbows by the counter and handed her bag over to Priscilla as she walked behide the circular desk and placed the stuff behide the desk "Yea, you've seen the stuff but you didn't see it all together as it pieces a story together, you haven't seen the exhibitions you've just seen the objects in the warehouse". Kyda unconsciously tighten her fingers around her cup of coffee as she began uneased. Priscilla notice and held her hand on top of hers "I know how you feel, when I entered the accident Greek exhibition, I bawled out in front of a primary school children... it feels distant to see someone you love as a statue" she referred to her Caesar.
"It's better to do it in private" Priscilla mentioned before handing Kyda the key to the exhibition doors "I'll be out here if you need me" before she sat behide her desk and begins a new subscription to a new streaming website.