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QIRAT'S POV:

As the sun peeping through my room's windows and the screaming voice of my Amma reaching to my ears, I open my eyes to wake up but still not removing my comforter.This is my daily way of how I wake up in morning or in general, sometimes it feels to me that being screamed early in the morning by my Amma is my lucky charm. I felt incomplete without being scolded for not waking up early in the morning. Sometimes I feels that either I am too dumb to not being able to develop a habit of waking up early in the morning after being scolded from about 22years of my existence or it's just that I wants to get scolded knowingly because it's feel good to me strangely. Second reason sounds too appropriate otherwise who will not wake up on time after being scolded for same thing from about 22years.

When the voice of my Amma being too much or unbearable for my sweet little ears. I removed the comforter and smile at my Amma with all my heart and said:

"Uth rhi hu Amma yaar"
(I am waking up, Mother)

"Kab uthogi, aadha ghante to mujhe ho gya khte hue, jldi utho aur fresh hoke breakfast table pr aao, abba wait kr rhe hai", said Zainab very lovingly to her daughter while caressing her hair and with as beautiful smile as Qirat's. All her anger melts away when she sees her daughter smile. She forgets she needs to scold her for not waking up early.
(When will you get up, I am waking you up from half an hour, be fast and go freshen up your father is waiting for you on breakfast table)

While saying this my mother goes back to downstairs and I gets up from bed. I, first, goes to washroom to freshen up then takes a very quick bath and start getting ready for college. I wore a beautiful yellow kurta with my straight fit jeans and accessories it with a pair of jhumkas, some rings, few bangles and complete my outfit with a watch.I scan myself from top to bottom and spray some perfume which I always forget ,obviously, and also little bit adore myself, which is very rare, thinking that this fusion of Indo- Western really suits me. I guess traditional makes you look beautiful automatically. And I really feels myself in these dresses. It feels like I am showing a part of my personality of who I am by the way of my dressing. I am too desi from my heart. I was thinking all this while getting ready when I heard a loud voice of my amma calling my name and that's a signal for me that breakfast table is set and I should come now. Then I goes to downstairs and met with my dad at breakfast table who was talking to someone on phone when I reached there so to not disturb him I sat on my chair while my mother telling the cook to prepare breakfast for me which sometimes is scrambled eggs with bread and chai and sometimes pancakes with honey and coffee. Today its scrambled eggs with bread and chai.

While all these chaos dad call disconnected and he shifted his attention towards me who was busy eating her breakfast while having on phone as well.

"Qirat" dad takes my name and I came out of my zone.

"How's is your college going? Is there any kind of problem?" He asked very calmly.

"Everything is fine, Dad. It's going preety well but a bit of hectic and stressing as well. As it is the time of assignments and vivas which is going to be in the coming 15 days. So I am busy with all this" I said with a smile while giving all the information about my tight schedule for upcoming days. This is a rountine of my dad to ask me about all the things that concern me because it concerns him as well.

"Don't be stressed, its a part of process. You'll do great I know", he said firmly as it feels that he have a strong believe on his daughter. I nodded as answer.

After this there have a small conversation about here and there topics. And that's how we finish our breakfast and ready to go to our respective works. Amma goes to her university. Dad goes to his office and me like always waiting for my best friend Khizra to pick me up.