If the Worlds Collide?

Life on Earth

Sona's morning always began in slow motion, like the rest of the world was in a hurry, but she had the luxury of savoring each moment. The soft sound of her dad Ved's favorite spiritual songs played through the house, blending perfectly with the gentle rustling of trees outside her window. It was their family's little tradition, one that always made her mornings feel peaceful, like she was right where she belonged.

Today, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the house, as always. Sona stretched lazily in bed, savoring the warmth of the blanket before finally swinging her legs over the side. Her room was her haven. It was designed around her love for sunsets, with wide windows leading to a small balcony that bathed her space in hues of orange and gold during the evening. The walls were a soft shade of lavender, lined with bookshelves brimming with titles on space, astronomy, and parallel universes. A few plants in ceramic pots sat by the window, soaking in the morning sun.

She always played music while getting ready—today, it was "We Were Dreamers" by Prateek Kuhad, her favorite indie artist. His soft, soulful voice filled her room, setting the mood for the day ahead. Sona hummed along as she got dressed, choosing her outfit carefully—an ivory blouse tucked into high-waisted tan pants, with a pair of comfortable flats. She wasn't overly concerned with fashion, but being the daughter of two fashion icons had taught her a thing or two about style. Simple, elegant, and professional.

In the bathroom, she followed her daily skincare routine, something her mother had drilled into her since her teenage years. A gentle cleanser, a hydrating toner, and then her favorite moisturizer that left her skin soft and dewy. The final touch was a hint of sunscreen, even though she'd spend most of her day indoors at ISRO.

Stepping out, she inhaled the comforting smell of coffee and breakfast. Ved was already at the kitchen counter, pouring coffee into two cups with the precision of a scientist.

"Your highness, your coffee awaits," he called, his voice dripping with sarcasm but with a twinkle in his eye. Sona smiled, loving these little moments with her dad.

"Thanks, Dad. Couldn't survive without this," she said, taking the cup from him and inhaling the rich aroma.

Suvi was bustling around the kitchen, laying out a perfect spread of parathas with freshly made chutney and some steaming bowls of sabzi. "Mom, this looks amazing," Sona said as she sat down at the table.

"It's your favorite. And you're going to eat all of it before you run off to space," Suvi replied with a smile, breaking off a piece of paratha and feeding it to her.

Ved, with his usual grin, leaned back in his chair. "You know, Suvi, you should really let her feed herself. She's 27."

"She'll always be my little girl," Suvi responded, brushing off his comment as she always did.

Sona loved these mornings—the laughter, the light-hearted teasing, and the love that filled every corner of their home. She'd grown up in a family that was both high-profile and down-to-earth. Her parents, Suvi and Ved, had built an empire in the fashion industry with their brand, "Stellar Threads" , known for its exquisite designs that had become a household name, its creations sought after far and wide., reflecting their cutting-edge designs that fused tradition with modernity.

Suvi, an entrepreneurial genius, had started the brand from scratch, using her talent for fashion to design clothes that soon became a household name in India. Ved, although initially focused on his artistic side as a singer, had eventually come on board, bringing his own creative flair to the business. Together, they had created something extraordinary, but despite all their success, their home was filled with simplicity, warmth, and humor.