Sophia
"Sophia," Dad's voice says my name, telling me it's another morning. And soon this soft voice would be loud, shouting at me, telling me I'm late and blah blah. Well, this time I won't wait for that.
"I'm awake," my voice comes out raspy.
"Sunrise, come on out," Mom whispers to me.
I get up and go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and let myself be pulled out by Mum.
Dad takes us to the upper deck that has the food court, gym and other stuff. He says he'll do some sunrise photography up there. Oh, to tell you, my father is an awesome photographer, and I'm a natural descendant of him. So I'm really happy that my pictures are always lovely. Haha.
"Oh oh, see, there's a hint of sun coming up," Mom says, clutching my arm. Thank God Zoya is asleep, otherwise she would hold my shoulders and shake me violently. She got that violent love.
"Get ready, my model," Dad says to me. Yeah, that's what he calls me when he has the DSLR in his hands.
I am standing by the railing, like yesterday, but this time dad is a few metres away, aiming his camera. I actually don't pay any attention to the camera because I don't know how much time he'll take to wait for the perfect timing, or fixing the settings and all.
The sea has given birth to a semi-sun which emits the most beautiful golden red light. The reflection of the sun looks as if it is melting into the sea. The clouds are scattered in the sky, away from the rising sun. They look like white brush strokes on a blue sheet, while the sun is a spilled red paint.
Click!
I hear the sound of the camera and my head snaps in its direction.
"Perfect," Dad says. I smile to him and he takes another picture.
The wind is violent and loud, blowing my hair crazily. I must look like a female astronaut in antigravity. I'm trying to hold my undone hair back, but it just won't stay. It will go everywhere but won't stay. And it's gonna be a huge tangled mess when I get back to my room. I'm gonna stay away from the mirror today.
Father laughs as he takes another picture of me trying to hold back my hair.
The sun is further up and Papa has to change the angle.
"Mumma's turn, Dad." I say to him and gently push mother where Dad is aiming his camera.
I stay standing right where the two metal railings from the either side meet. I resume watching the fascinating view. Seagulls. Yeah. This makes me happy. This makes me close my eyes, breathe in deep, and smile.
The way the sea turns into white lather and bubbles due to the ship, the way it is divided into two, the way it meets again, the way the waves turn into small ripples and then into the calm sea that I can see in the distance, it all gets me overwhelmed.
I let the sun burn into my eyes. I'm seeing this enchanting view in the mirror of my eyes.
***
Sameer
My alarm wakes me up with its funny tune.
"Can you please shut that thing off?" Aryan growls in his sleep.
"It's your fault you stayed up till late. Keep dreaming. I'm going out to enjoy the sun," I say with a smirk, knowing that he can't see it.
"Go enjoy the heck of the sun," he grumbles from under his pillow.
I chuckle and leave the room after wearing my clothes and taking my camera. My new DSLR. A gift on my birthday from my father.
I stand by the railing of the lower deck and look at the rising sun from my camera. I click the button but then realise that I haven't switched it on yet.
I switch it on and check its focus, aiming it everywhere, just when I spot someone on the upper deck.
It's a girl, holding the metal bars, staring at the sunrise. She turns around as if talking to someone else up there, whom I cannot see. The girl's long brown-black hair blows in the wind in a way, that resembles the chaos in the sea waves created by the ship. She struggles to hold them in place but is at no success. I laugh to myself.
The sun is already up and I'm late for the perfect picture. Shit.
But the golden-red sphere is breaking right through that girl's violent hair. And this picture is more of a perfect picture now.
I click a few photographs and finally see her give up on her furious hair. She lets it go and enjoys the sun again. The expression that her face holds, her features, tell me how much she enjoys the view, how lost she is in it.
She is beautiful.
Okay, I know I've been thinking of that but I didn't admit it to myself, but yeah, she is beautiful.
"Bro," a voice startles me from behind.
"Aryan? You're awake?" I ask in surprise. Surprise because, one, he's awake, and two, I didn't notice him coming while I was watching this girl.
"Yup, your alarm is terrible. But hey, who are you watching, huh?"
So he saw me watching her.
"Oh that girl. She was just standing there and I, uh, I saw her and—" I begin but he cuts me off. I'm grateful that he does because I was starting to stammer.
"She's hot." He says, nodding.
"No, I mean, maybe." I shrug casually.
"Whatever you say buddy. I'm gonna go up there."
"Wait, why?"
"To talk to her," he answers in a no-big-deal fashion, and smirks.
"No, wait, I saw her first!"
"You keep dreaming. I'm going up to actually enjoy the sun."
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