| '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 : 2000
Song : Carbon Copy | Drishyam |
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44 | The Threads Of Pashmina
14 Years Ago
May 21, 2009
Thursday
"Bags packed." She announced.
Then she turned around. "All set?" Tilting her head towards her right shoulder, she quirked up her brows with a lingering smile. "Ready for college?"
He ducked his head down and nodded.
She chuckled. "Awww... come here, you shy little thing."
Settled on his bed, clad in a long white divided skirt and a pale pink top, she had her legs dangling down the edge of his bed, moving in a to-and-fro motion, the skirt's Paisley-patterned borders flailing gracefully around her ankles.
Mahadevan made a quiet walk towards his aunt and then slowly placed his head on her lap, snuggly smothering his face in her stomach.
She cast a warm smile, feathering a kiss on the crown of his head, her slender hands rubbing his back in the process.
Nirjhara assessed her elder brother's frame, from the tip of his toes to the top of his skull, with a peculiar expression.
Little thing?... . . . from which angle?
Meanwhile, dribbling the basketball in his hand on the parquet flooring, Aridaman shot it directly onto his twin's bed. "If he is little, I swear, ninety percent of the asses here on planet earth are miniature chimpanzees."
"Daman, language." Darshana admonished.
Aridaman shrugged nonchalantly.
Mahadevan detached himself from his aunt, glanced at the basketball on his bed, passed a glare at his lunatic sibling, and then shook his head in hopelessness.
