| 'Time' Series |
| Time#1 : Book One of The 'Secrets Duology' |
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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 aro...
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Audio Theme : Love |Ezra|
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45 | Dear Diary (14/05/2019)
May 14, 2019
Thursday,
11:30 p.m.
Dear Diary,
I was born on October 1, 1990, and when I was younger, almost every year at the time of my birthday, autumn leaves would start falling on the ground, back at the grove behind the manor, including maple leaves. Didaa and I would collect them all in a basket, and then at the end of every collecting session, she would ever so lovingly stroke my cheeks.
"Autumn is special for you, little one." That's what she would whisper into my ears every time.
I never understood what she meant by that until four years ago. So for the last four years, I adapted her belief into my heart—that indeed, autumn was special for me.
It was only when I saw her last year in October did that belief finally died within me. Autumn was no longer special for me after all.
Garbed in a red saree, with her bangle adorned hands placed in a prayer position and big toes tied together, that day, she was finally at peace. Her eyes were shut close, and her face was absolutely pale, as if it were a sheet of paper—exactly how I remember my grandfather's face was at his funeral.
When she died, she was actually pregnant. My Didaa was pregnant.
I might not like children, but I wanted that baby to survive so badly. I wanted him to see me, for his mother was not his mother alone, but my mother as well.
