Enchanted melody of our hearts( Edited version)

🍓SWEET FRESA-CHAPTER-2

Third pov:

Burlington

The morning sun spilled golden light all over Burlington, turning the streets into a splash of warm colors. Inside a cozy little house, Meera woke up slowly. Her dusky skin caught the sunlight just right, glowing softly, and her long hair—usually braided into those fancy patterns—was a wild, messy halo from sleep.

She yawned and stretched, fingers already hunting for the snooze button before her eyes were fully open. After a few deep breaths—breathing in the fresh morning air and blowing out the last traces of sleep—she felt ready to take on the day. It was her little ritual, a way to clear her head and open her heart.

Humming a happy tune, she moved through her morning routine, the melody bouncing around the room like a playful secret. When she stepped out, she wore a cute knee-length skirt paired with a soft pastel top—simple, sweet, and totally her style.

Meera pov:

The morning sun was just perfect—soft, warm, and golden. I stood on the balcony with a towel in my hand, letting my hair soak up all that goodness. Yeah, we have a hair dryer, but Patti always says, "Morning sun is the best for your hair, kanna," and honestly, it feels nice. Peaceful. I was humming some random tune, towel-drying my hair, when I felt something fuzzy brush against my leg.

"Hey, Ginger! Good morning!" I scooped him up, and of course, he replied with a tiny "meow," like he knew exactly what I said. Such a drama cat. He always acts like he's royalty or something.

I threw on a cute knee-length skirt and a soft pastel top—comfy, sweet, nothing too flashy. I'm not into all that revealing stuff anyway. I like feeling... safe. Like me.

I work part-time at the bookstore nearby—smells like old pages and stories waiting to be discovered. It's my happy place. That, and my Bharatanatyam class. Twice a week, I tie up my hair tight, wear my salangai, and lose myself in the beats. Busy, yeah, but I kind of like it that way.

When I stepped out of my room, I heard devotional songs playing—Murugan songs, soft and rhythmic. I followed the sound and found Patti Nalini sitting in the pooja room, her eyes closed, swaying gently with that peaceful smile of hers. She looked like some goddess bathed in golden light.

"Good morning, Patti!" I said, a little chirpy.

She opened her eyes and smiled so warmly. "Good morning, Meera dear. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a log," I grinned, plopping down beside her.

From the kitchen, the smell of elachi tea and hot idlis was already tempting me. (Anjali) Amma's doing, obviously. I skipped into the kitchen. "Amma! Want help?"

She was halfway through packing her lunch, multitasking like always, and said, "No, da. Just make sure you eat and wake up Naveen! Amma's getting late!"

She's a science teacher at the local school, super punctual. Meanwhile, Appa Kumaran was already at the dining table, lost in his newspaper like the world didn't exist.

I smirked, "Appa, you better be careful. Amma's getting ready for school, not a first date!"

He looked up, totally unfazed, and said, "A little romance never hurt, right, Anjali?" with a wink. Amma rolled her eyes but couldn't stop smiling.

Ugh, married for like 23 years and still acting like college kids. Goals or whatever.

After breakfast, they both left with rushed goodbyes and matching tiffin boxes. College was off for the next two days, thank god, though final year loomed like a big, scary deadline. But whatever, I had two whole days with Patti and Naveen.