| 'Time' Series |
| Time#1 : Book One of The 'Secrets Duology' |
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The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma.
That's what Hinduja Rao always thought.
But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else aro...
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Audio Theme : Ilk Opucuk |Erkensi Kus|
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07 | Dear Diary (11/05/2007)
11 May, 2007
Friday,
4:15 p.m.
Dear Diary,
As I sit here, under my hideout, hiding like a ninja from her all-seeing eyes, scribbling my genius thoughts for you to sift through, I watch her ensconce herself under the enormous deciduous tree, skimming through her schoolwork with a Nataraj pencil sharpened from both sides, faster than a cheetah on roller skates.
It's summer again.
And like they do every summer tide, the flowers in that canopy of bright emerald foliage that she at all times sits under have blossomed again—its flowers are scarlet like the blazing flames of fire, yet so soft and sublimely mellow, just like the cerise dungaree she isclothed in today.
The pint-sized monkey with pigtails has shot up like a weed and packed on some 'extra pillows' over the last four years, but to me, she's still a pocket-sized chipmunk. Her fluffy black pigtails? Still rocking those polka-dot scrunchies like a fashion icon!
I find myself watching her as she scratches her head with the intensity of a monkey in a banana factory, trying to remember where it left its banana, clearly lost in the nonsense she's scribbling in her notebook. One thing I've noticed time and again is that when she writes, her hands move across the page like a cheetah chasing its lunch. I can already assume her penmanship is a train wreck, despite never having laid eyes on it.
