Human? Or what? Talking beasts? Or understanding humans? Uncontrollable emotions...untold stories...inevitable events, around a poet. A poet by chance, not by choice. This is the story of one girl (nick)named N who seeks the ideals behind truth, among a world in worlds. Among the million twinkles and heavenly skies, among the pen that bleeds and beneath the lids that hide a pearl.
*more to come
**TBA
***Loads to work on this...
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Chapter 1
Sunrise
Each day brings something to look forward to - everyday is not sinking. Every day, there is something to wish for. To live for. To breathe, to feel, to know, to do. Just like every other day that takes the title of 'TODAY'. Giving up the crown of 'TOMORROW', and then takes the humble memories of 'YESTERDAY'.
And so today, I wake up and extend my hand across the bed to feel the warmth of Lunar, my dear cat. Who's been my best friend, my hold on sanity. My smile bearer. My eyes drift to my mirror where I see both of us as sleepy as a sloth. But for once, I look sleepier than my cat.
I looked at the clock, 5:06 a.m.; early, still fine with me and I slowly open my room door. Allowing no noise to break the silence. I peep in the hall; good. Nobody seems to be awake. Overwhelmed by this opportunity my curiosity takes over; I call Lunar and my adorably obedient cat comes by my side, I pick her up in my arms. She feels so warm against my body, so soft, so alive. I love my Lunar.
"Shhh, you need to be quiet okay?", I say and as if in reply, she begins to purr in a calm, understanding way. I smile and she nuzzles my hand. I turn around to close the door after me, just then I vaguely see my camera kept on my desk...I consider taking it with me for I love to freeze certain moments then relish their welcoming beauty and memory at later times. I go back to take it then decide against it. Some things are not meant to be 'saved', they are merely a treat for the eyes and heart only, once.
Cautiously on tiptoe, we pass the library toward the stairs. Nothing really, other than two walls packed with books adjacent to each other. I like it, given a choice, I'd live in that space rather than my room. The chandelier was lit, odd I thought at this time of hour on a Friday morning, the beginning of the weekend. Yet, who wouldn't want to be lost in a book? Then I see him, my younger brother sleeping on the couch a book sprawled near him on the floor. I feel happy. It's good to know that someone feels the same like you and are close to your heart. In my case, in my heart.
And just shunning the thought of putting a blanket on him, I slote my pace to go to the stairs, to climb up to the terrace.
When we reached the first step, for a second, a moment only I saw myself in my sibling. When I was so young, I needed only the company of books. Dear, dear books that tell me tales I could never have told, shown me places I could never have dreamt of and kept me happy when gloomy days were not a rarity. Books and my Lunar. Only later did I realize the importance of humans around me and in my life. The last time I remember spending time was when I had Journey to the River Sea...a splendid book. Someday, I'll let myself to the wonders of the Amazon, those lush green lives and other creatures there. Made me feel grateful for who I am.
The brush of Lunar's tail brought me back to reality and the task at hand. And I snapped out of my daydream and continued on my way to the roof. Where I had my silent friends waiting.
Opening the door, I could see the slight smile of the crescent moon in the west. As if welcoming me with a warm gesture. I walked out to the marble floor, barefooted, meeting the cold igneous wonder below me. Lunar jumped down from my arms and went to the edge of the eastern wall that was also barrier. I followed.
