It was pouring. The rain washing all the trees, plants, benches,roads as if it had decided that the muck had to go. To look up at the sky then, was impossible. To just erase the sight of raindrops and their hard hit on skin and look up at the sky to see how the clouds looked when they were this heavy was impossible.
Yet, she stood there experiencing the timed splat on her skin. She found it so beautiful. ' A world that works so mystically professional and still human finds other things to ponder on', she was thinking. With each drop that her clothes soaked she felt lighter. All the dense muck that had accumulated after years together of rotting, was flowing into the rain water at her feet. The brief whisking away from the real world had already started weighing again.
"Sivi!", she faintly heard someone call.
She turned and yes, she was called back again, into the real world.
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''.......orbitals, pairing of electrons takes place only when the orbital is occupied with one electron from before."
Mrs.Mytla was explaining the Hund's rule to her class of expressions on a sale. Some sitting chin in hand, some doodling car logos in notebooks hidden away, some bright eyed tenaciously comparing notes from the textbook and the blackboard, some looking straight at Mrs.Mytla as though she was a gateway to a place more interesting. Sivi was sitting on the last bench at the right side corner of the classroom. She was looking straight at Mrs.Mytla, but still in the world she knew she existed in. She was at the task of figuring out what Mrs.Mytla's story was that, she everyday wore clothes so simple - not even Plain Jane prints and colours but terribly mismatched clothes.' Did something happen that she chooses to ignore the fundamental pleasures of attending to one's self? Or is she simply of a kind who has reached a higher level of conscience where she realises that a life spent in vain is of no reflection of the gold mine inside?'.
''...don't think we don't knno your tricks okay? We too have been the kids your wer.... Okay tomorrow submit your completed chemistry practical record, or else expect a nice round egg.' 'Thaank you maaaaam!' And she walked, without having answered Sivi's question.
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Entwined Lives
Teen FictionEntwined in a single life from two different times, Mytla and Sivi. Soul mates. Not in the sense prevalent. Their fate was written to oblige their elders. Instead they wrote their own eventful, fulfilling life of regret and happiness.
