𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

𝟐𝟏. 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Beep.. Beep.. Beep..

I jolt up from my sleep as the annoying alarm rings. Fuck this goddamit alarm. I snooze it and lay down one more time to embrace a few more moments in sleep.

As soon as I finally start to drift into a light sleep, the alarm rings again, making me get up from the bed. I curse my life, and finally get out of the bed, to start the day.

I start normally with brushing my teeth followed by bathing, because I always prefer to do all my chores, being bathed. Once I complete my bath and my regular skincare regime, I move down to the kitchen where I spend approximately 38 minutes thinking what I should cook for breakfast.

And as usual, my brain doesn't respond creatively and I put the bowl on the stove, and add some oats to it, to let it simmer.

By the time my breakfast gets prepped, I spend that time doing some morning workout that includes yoga and some meditation. Occasionally, I do zumba as well.

Living alone sucks.

I thought moving out, starting my own life, having my own house would be cool and make me feel like a matured person. But on the other hand, this is a huge responsibility.

From start to end, everything needs to be done by me. I was used to the royal treatment back at home, where I got everything at the tip of my finger, without even having to ask. But now, my life is deprived of that royal treatment.

Half of my time goes in battling the emotions of missing Mumma and Papa and my home. I thought I could visit often, but since the time I became the project head, all my attention has been diverted to it.

Mumma insisted so many times to get a house help to help me with the household chores. But for now, I guess I am fine.

Jab tak chal raha hai, chalne dete hai... If my workload increases in the near future, which definitely will, then I can consider keeping a househelp.

(Let's keep it going as long as it's running...)

I finished my workout, and went back into the kitchen to serve my breakfast. I plated my oats, and garnished it with some cilantro.

"Tada. Phew, finally some food." I sighed.

I walked to the table with my breakfast in hand, and sat down to devour my oats. Just as I picked a spoonful of oats, my phone rang loudly from the other side of the table. I rushed to grab it. I saw Joy's name on the caller, and picked up the call.

"Evara. It's a code red. Reach to the HQ. STAT." I heard Joy's hurried and anxious voice.

There goes my breakfast.

I run to my room upstairs to quickly change into a decent fit and once I was done with that. I rush back down again, grab my car keys and speed off to RE.