| 'Time' Series: Book One |
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The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma.
That's what Hinduja Rao always thought.
But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else around her.
Her newly wedded husband, the...
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Word Count : 3000
Audio Theme : Kiz Kardes | Yali Capkini |
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36 | Blood. Sweat. Toil. Guts. . Glory
14 Years Ago
May 20, 2009
Wednesday
The sun shone in the bright cerulean firmament above them. The chirps of the sparrows, sitting on the maple trees surrounding them, graced both of their ears with their honeyed spells.
"You are still confused?" Darshana asked, her brows scrunched together.
Tilting his head in contact with the maple trunk they were both seated against, he mumbled, "What's there to get confused about? Didn't Grandpa already decide upon it? It's either mechanical or computer science, or . . . perhaps both."
Darshana let out a heavy exhale at her nephew's purely plain-sailing attitude. "Devi, you are traversing in the wrong direction here." She remarked.
He turned his head to the left side to meet her eyes. "As in?"
She clapped her hands together, brought her limbs together, and sat cross-legged. "It should never be about what Paa wants; it should never be about what anyone else wants either. It should always be about what you want, little one, because it's your life and you are supposed to live through it."
He sighed, "And that's exactly what I am not aware of. I don't know what I want, Didaa."
"Ask yourself. Do you really fancy the mechanical or computer engineering fields enough to let the rest of your life revolve around wires, computers, or engines?"
