My head ached as I saw my maid's enthusiastic face, she was smiling radiantly. I started observing the sombre fashion of the house.
My mother still had a pinched look which created a sense of pity to any spectators.
I flew to the bed and perceived every corner of the bed in extreme cheerfulness.
I slept for two hours, experiencing the comfort it gave to my body and soul. On Contrary to the chair which tormented me completely.
A persistent knocking woke me up. I slowly opened the door. It was that hag.
"What happened?", I questioned with extreme irritation.
"I am confused (I yawned and smudged my eyes as she continued with her answer) with the medicine."
I walked downstairs with a langorous countenance. I scratched my head and she looked straight to the front as if she wanted to ignore me.
I directly entered the room without noticing her and lifted the medicine.
"These capsules are to be given before food and the syrup after food.", I clarified.
I went upstairs and changed my dirty clothes and slept again.
I spent my afternoon, lunch, evening and dinner, doing nothing but sleep or speculate the changing contours of the sky.
The second day went exactly like the first, my mom was recovering which was evident at her countenance. She conveyed that she was feeling warm and delighted as the day passed. Time is a great healer, you see.
I had nothing significant to do in that house but to explain the dimwit maid the timings and diet of my fragile ma.
My days passed easily and smoothly without any hindrance. I perched at the bed and laid on my back for extreme comfortness.
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The Girl with cinnamon eyes (On Hold)
RomanceWe were born one day..... We will die one day..... We love our true beloved some day..... But, breath more than thousand days. Murk Daes, the narrator of the entire story, who had a bad childhood as his father was a drunkard, he was happy in his fun...
