2 (Chunni)

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        Chunni Dadaci awoke quickly, crying again. Tears streamed down her face one by one, countlessly falling downward onto her bed sheets. The white sheets turned grey on contact with her tears. She picked up one of the cloud-like pillows and muffled her cries; she knew if the neighbors were awoken again that they would not be as generous as they were last time. The falls had finally closed and she pulled her thin legs to the side of the bed, ready to stand. "Oh, god! Why must they do this?" Chunni softly spoke aloud. "Oh god." She said more weakly and stood up. In her dazed state she reached for her headphones. Black headphones that were connected at the top. They were alike to 'muffle's' (As young Vihaan would call them). "Muffles, ha." The thought made her chuckle and aroused a bitter-sweet happiness to flow around her. She put on her usual lullabies and fell asleep peacefully. Her pain still lingered, she still longed for her beloved son, and her heart and lungs ached all the while, but she knew that he would return, one day. "One day, yes, one day..." Her words were of the hopeful soul. Lying there she thought to herself again. One day.

The next morning for Chunni was hard, but began nevertheless. Her usual morning routine: To get up, fix up, then wake up. That was a little haiku-like inspirational tool used to help her into the state of consciousness. A humorous nature accommodated her in the mornings, along with her son and husband too. How else could they survive?
     She opened the curtains and watched the sun rise for a little bit, on the other side of the mountains in the distance sat her wonderstruck unknowledgable son. Chunni smiled at the thought. The sun finally inched over the mountainous paradise, therefore her casual routine went to work again. She knows that her husband is always awake to watch the sunrise. He then gets ready to go back to bed afterwards, so she shouted, "Honey, what is good for breakfast, for you?" to the room across the hall from hers. An answer seconds later came: "How about bacon and an omelet with surprise entrails, haha!" From her deepest thoughts she pieced together an idea of what her husband might like in the omelete.

Hmm. Maybe green peppers, onion, and- Oh! A diced tomato would be good as well. Surprise, lets add fresh colby cheese and some oregano... Wait, actually, thyme will be better. That'll do.

She grabbed all of her ingredients, going from the refrigerator and freezer to the cabinets beside and laid them out in front of her. Simply and slowly, she began Cutting the onions and dicing the tomatoes, Slicing the peppers and grating the cheese for her masterpiece. Keeping herself strong all the while, for in an hour she knew that the committee would come to greet her good morning and bid her 'well doing'. What wonderful people, ha. Sarcastically she thought. The oven was turned on, and the bacon was stripped and sat onto a pan. Another pan was gotten out and put on the stove. Then, eggs were cracked and put into a large silver bowl with the other ingredients. A whisk flowed gracefully yet thrashing through the mix that was soon to be put to rest. She grabbed the bowl and poured it into the other pan with some vegetable oil, then she spritzed leaves of thyme gently onto the surface of the frying omelette, as if she were applying perfume. The bacon was done and so was the omelette, as a final touch she added a larger more fragrant leaf onto the top of the omelete. Sliding them onto a plate and grabbing a fork, she started her journey over to her husband's room.
     Knocking on the door, Chunni noticed that the heavy snoring she usually hears is gone. He's awake still, surprising. Haha! "Aany, I'm coming in, and I've an order for table 3." She spoke before going in. "Come on, smells great!" He replied as the door opened.
    Aan always woke up to watch the sunrise and then fell back asleep when the beauty had passed. He believed that it was cleansing, when asked about it he would say, "because every sunrise is different and it helps whenever you wake up to the same room every day only to continue off of the same thing you did yesterday and do the same thing tomorrow and everyday. Life is a game of cards that all look alike, but every day you get a few cards that are slightly different, and a chance to appreciate them, and you only get to keep the cards if you put in the effort to find them. Right now I am trying to collect my unique cards, and my collection will grow every day if I keep trying to notice them." Afterwards no one asked him again. People don't really care about the ripe wisdom of age anymore because all they see is youth passion and drive. They strive to make more and see more. For what? Why is the human race so obsessed with creation?
"Goodmorning, baby." Smiling Aan said to her. He was a weak 56 year old, unlike his well aged 58 year old wife. "Morning, darling. Are you feeling better?" He smiled and leaned up. "Dear, I feel as if I could sprint! Help me up please, ha!" Aan leaped up and embraced his wife deep and passionately. "Dear I know that it is early, but let us go somewhere, please."
     As Aan stood, still in embrace with his wife, the feet of the committee people came stamping through hallway outside. Since they were in the first rooms on the second floor, their rooms would be checked first. Chunni told Aan that she would try to find a way to do something with him today and went back to her room to tidy it.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 29, 2017 ⏰

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