More than you can imagine#YourStoryIndia

CHAPTER 1

A/N: My writing gets better from 5th chapter, so please bear me some time of yours and read till there and then you can decide if you want to further continue or not.

Evaporation of water reminds me of death. It's just like a soul born, brought up and died. But what matters is, "What difference did that soul made in the society".

I don't know if someone ever thought about this while making tea. I was so busy wondering that I didn't notice when the water boiled and flew on my hand. Ouch! Slowing down the gas I add tea powder and sugar to it.

I wish I could slow down the hardships of life too, so I could flavor it. Just as, when tea powder and sugar added to water, changes it. Knowledge and adventure changes life. Also,tea not only enhances water but also who drink it. Just as, knowledge and experience when shared with others expands till infinity.

The translucent waves on my kitchen counter formed from boiling water refracted through sun are very attractive. As I change my angle it's color changes. Blue,green,red. I imagine those colors as people. Blue takes me back to the memories with my grandfather. Who was calm and steady just as blue. He always had a welcoming and sparky aura which made you want to trust him immediately. Green of my grandmother. She was truly an Indian mother, always wearing green. 'Peace Maker' was her second name. Red of my aunt, fierce like red. But she was too young to die off with a cardiac attack.

When I add milk to complete the tea, it taught me that, "To do good to others we need to do good to ourselves first".It's a tradition in India to start a day with a cup of tea. Just like everyday is a new chance to start over with.

Today is Sunday. My parents have went out and my brother for engineering classes; but being alone in my home never scared me. Going in my room whilst drinking the tea, I decide what to wear. I have every sort of clothing you can imagine, from western to Indian of all different colors. What can I say I'm a very colorful person. I love every color, except one though,

PINK!!

No offenses but I just dislike it. Every second girl I meet have something or other pink on her. I get bored seeing the same color again, again and again. Just yesterday I saw was a whole new level of obsession with it though. A girl wore dark pink leggings, light pink top with matching accessories, sandals and purse. Like seriously, who walks out of their house looking like a 'Pink Panther'.

I finally select a white shirt to wear which comes till my mid-thigh and go to the bathroom. Coming out of shower with wet hairs and white shirt isn't really comfortable, you know what I mean. But since no one's home no one can see me.

As I keep repeating the stuff in my head that I have to vomit in front of the teacher tomorrow for my internal marks I enter into my room and freeze at the sight. He freezes too. My English speech and Sanskrit verses long forgotten. I blink once, twice, but he doesn't disappear. He's eyes and mouth widening only proved his existence in my room. Encounter with a boy, while I'm half naked didn't came across my mind, ever. That too with a very handsome one, might I add. His brown hair looked silky in front and a bit curled at end, straight nose, clear face, pink lips...Hmmm I think I like pink now. And those chocolaty ores were staring straight through me. We just stared at each other for some time until I realized what I was doing. I looked down and sure enough my red bra was visible through my white shirt because of my wet hairs. How Great!

I quickly cover myself with the towel," What the eff are you doing here!Who are you!How did you come in!Get Out!"

His mouth opens and closes but no words come out. I glare at him very hard and move towards my phone. Then he snaps out of his daze and says or tries to say,"No ,no I'm not a...not a...umm...I-I won't hurt you...I just...wait..are you calling someone?"

I quickly unlock my phone and search for the right person, I press call to 'Dad' but I never got a chance to talk as my phone was snatched away and he ended the call. What the-

"Look I-I don't know who you are and I didn't mean to enter your house. I didn't even came to kidnap you or something so relax, I'll just leave."

I back away from him and walk towards the door. "Why did you even enter my home!Who sent you?Tell me!."

He looks past the window and then back at me," No one. As I said I didn't mean to enter your home I just wanted to...h-hide and your window was open."

I gasped at my stupidity and ran into my parents room and locked the door. I have to inform my dad. My phone-- Shit my phone's with him. Think, think babe fast. What should I do now?

Inform the neighbors? But how. I cant go out there without pants and tell them that there is an unknown boy in my room. That sounds dubious.

Argg what am I supposed to do!

Dhinka chika dhinka chika dhinka chika dhinka chika

Ae ae ae ae

Ae ae ae ae

Dhinka chika dhinka chika dhinka chika dhinka chika

Ae ae ae ae-

Wait, that's my ring tone. Yes, I know I need to change it. But should I go outside?or stay in?

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Please ignore any typos or grammatical mistake as English is not my first language. And I am changing the story plot  as I found the previous one impish.I'll try to update as soon as I can. 

And I've casted Deepika Padukone as Krittika Kumar but you can imagine anyone you want.

Last but not least, have a Great day and a Wonderful week.