Intertwined: Invisible Strings

Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Cutthroat

            The beams of sunlight poured through the openings of my dark out curtains filling me with the hope of a new day. I had always learned from mother that there’s always sunshine after cloudy skies, no matter how long the storm lasts the sun always comes back out because it is strong and resilient. Be the sun and let your light illuminate the world and another perk is you can always use your rays to burn your enemies. As the blaring sirens which was my sequence of alarms set at: 6:00 am, 6:02 am, 6:03 am started to bless my morning, I threw off my exceptionally comfortable duvet. Another day of work and I didn’t even enjoy my day off yesterday and it was the only one I had taken in my 3 months of working at this new law firm. I had recently graduated from Harvard Law School with a gpa of 3.98 and probably the sanity levels of Michael Myers. God alone knows how I pulled through my last semester without completing nose diving and ruining my future because of the immense emotional turmoil I was experiencing.

At that point in time, I was still awaiting my Bar exams which was carded for July, and it was currently May. Three months ago, I had applied to Vanderfields for their internship programme and now I have all the duties of a paralegal. Vanderfields is a world by itself, you’ll see what I mean soon enough. As I entered my steaming hot shower, the smoke rising from the sprinkling waters felt like an absolute sauna experience filled with tranquility, if there’s one thing you should know about me is that showers are my ultimate idea of euphoria. Also, how rude am I? I didn’t even introduce myself so here’s a short autobiography while I enjoy the feeling of the steaming water caressing my body with warmth and love. As you probably already know, my name is Rubiya Bedi (Ruby-ah) (Bay-d), I am 25 years old and I was born on the 24th of December so yes, I’m a moody and career driven Capricorn. My ethnicity? West Indian, my mother who was originally from Kolkata, India migrated to Trinidad and Tobago, a beautiful twin island nation in the Caribbean where she met my father whom I don’t even know and I won’t ever ask her about it. Asking about my paternal relations is like dropping a bomb on my mother and I will rather live forever without knowing than have her experience her own trauma all over again. However, I was born and raised in Trinidad, an island full of vibrancy and colour, salt and sand…oh how I miss the beach so immensely and the Caribbean sun and Caribbean people are unique experiences that you won’t find anywhere else in the world. Currently, I reside in New York City, Brooklyn to be very precise in a very small two-bedroom apartment which I share with Aishna, my best friend, because to pay rent in this city, you basically have to sell your kidney. I’m actually physically very short, I don’t even make it to the 5ft mark, I’m 4 ft 10 inches tall but at least I can wear stilettos. I have long, curly, virgin light brown hair that has never been touched by any harmful chemicals and only trimmed occasionally by my Nani when she thinks the full moon permits. Therefore, my hair is drastically lengthy and swings right above my knees. My Indian genes thrived and blessed me generously with thick and lengthy eyelashes lining my big round almond shaped hazel eyes that changes its shade based on my mood swings which are a regular occurrence. I’m also not the slenderest person in the world, God has blessed me with some extra meat on my bones, wide hips, an hourglass figure and breasts that seemed to grow in size every single day. My breasts are actually a big issue in my life, do you know that D cup bras cost more than A cup bras? Where is the justice?

The scent of my strawberries and crème body wash drew me back to reality as I checked the time on my phone. 6:45 am!! Where did the time go? I am going to be so late. I rushed out the bathroom and quickly changed into my navy blue fitted skirt, pink plaid blouse, navy blue jacket to accompany the uniformed look and to top it off I ended with my trusted Saint Laurent Lee pumps. This mass of hair that I have just got thrown up in the messiest messy bun in the world. I didn’t even bother with makeup today, just some classic red lipstick inspired by Taylor Swift because I mean come on, we all love Taylor.