I am not an experienced author, and I haven't written many books. This is the first time I'm putting my imagination into words, and I know that sometimes it may not come out right. Sometimes, I feel like my brain stops working when I start writing, and I'm unsure of what I'm actually writing. I really don't want to ruin our characters—I have planned a lot for them.
Please don't judge me for my writing skills, but that doesn't mean you should stop pointing out my errors. I love your feedback, guys. I love when you take the time to read my work and tell me where I can improve. With your help, I know I will get better.
All I ask is that you be patient and polite with me. Love yaa !!💞🤍
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Since Mahir leaves my room, I buzz with excitement, wondering where he will take me.
I stand from my bed and open my suitcase to select some clothes. My movements are slow and hesitant.
As I unzip the suitcase and lift the lid, my eyes scan the limited selection of clothing inside. To my dismay, I realize that I didn't bring many outfits with me. All I have are a few comfortable cotton tops and trousers, perfect for lounging around but hardly suitable for anything beyond that.
A wave of disappointment washes over me, and I let out a small sigh. The excitement I felt earlier begins to wane as I start to close the suitcase. My thoughts are a jumbled mess, filled with uncertainty and frustration. How could I have been so careless in my packing? I scold myself silently, feeling a bit foolish for not preparing better.
Just as I'm about to zip the suitcase shut, something catches my eye. Tucked in a corner is a plastic bag I hadn't noticed before. I reach for it and pull it out. My fingers fumble with the bag for a moment before I manage to open it, revealing a red shimmery sari inside.
The sight of the sari takes me by surprise. The fabric glimmers under the light, its vibrant red hue striking against the dullness of the room. I gently pull it out, letting it unfold in my hands. The intricate design and fine craftsmanship are evident, making it a beautiful piece of clothing.
"Ohhh," I murmur to myself, a faint smile tugging at my lips. Memories flood back as I recall my mother packing it for me after our last visit to Aunt's house. She must have slipped it into my suitcase without me realizing. I had completely forgotten about it until now.
But reality quickly sets in. I can't possibly wear this sari today. It's too formal, too extravagant for the plans we have. A sense of practicality takes over as I fold it back up, ready to place it back in the plastic bag. Before I can pack it away, I hear the door open behind me.
