𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

one

Play Gerua guys, just a suggestion, baki your wish. Make sure to definitely listen to the song though. Ps. I love the song.

Amara

Ughhh, I need to get up huff. "Uffff Siri why do I need to get up early in the morning." I asked, rubbing my eyes as I woke up irritated. I mean okay I love mornings, I love sunrise, and I love how everything is so bright but I just crave for a little more sleep.

"Umm, you get up early in the morning because you got to teach students darling-bitch," a voice came out.

I scrunch my eyes at the word. Ouch.

I looked at her, "dii why so foul language, you could just call me as darling you know, it isn't right to call such a cute and talented sister of yours as a b word." I told her, feeling hurt.

"Awwww my little sister, my precious diamond, my blueberry pie, my cream cake, my sugar, my diabetes. Is that enough of pampering for the princess?" my sister Sirisha teased stressing the awe, uggh no one here takes me seriously, I mean, I know I am the pampered child, and inspite of being 24 already, I am being treated as if I am a child. My sister Sirisha curses a lot, and when I say a lot I mean it. In her every sentence you can find different types of curses, and at this point she doesn't say it because she means it but because she has got habitual of it. In front of maa-baba also she has to get a hold of her tongue.

"Yeah, I guess your sweet quota for the day is used up." I stated as I got out of my bed, looking at the time and rushing my steps towards the washroom.

"BTW di Good morning" I wished her from inside.

"Morning" she said, My lips curl into a smile. I know she curses a lot of bad words, but to be honest she is really good at heart. She means no harm to anyone. I smile and quickly get into bath.

I rub my lavender badywash and gel on my brown body. I just love my brown body, it shines like gold in the sunlight. When I was young I was very insecure about my skin complexion, some people often called me out names. Living in India, I had to go through this baseless advice from people, they would give me tons of advices to lighten my complexion, some even told me to get some treatments. But then my family was always there for me to support me, and they made me realise that I am beautiful in my own skin, and nobody gets to speak ill about me from who I am. Now living in the US, I often get compliments for my brown skin and how it looks so good tanned and just sexy.

I mean, I guess people try to say mean words to you because they are insecure about themselves, and this is the coping mechanism for some people. I feel bad for such people. They have bad mental health and require attention.

Guess I can't help all, but I do try not to feel bad by someone who speaks anything about me without actually knowing me, I mean why to ruin my mood. Also it's better to look
on the brighter side, there are so many people who love while there are only a few who have issues with me.

I was done with my bath, I wrapped the bath robe around me, and stood against my vanity, I applied my lilac rose mist my vanilla creme and my sunscreen. I wore my blue long skirt, along with my white pullover, and my white sneakers. I wore my ivory watch along with my moon and star bracelet on my right wrist.

And I am ready, looking absolutely ready and beautiful for meeting my students.
Yeah I am an elementary school teacher here, as I love kids a lot. They are so innocent, miles apart from all the bad things in this world.

I move downstairs as I notice my sister preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

God the sun rose from the west. My di is cooking food and the kitchen isn't burnt.