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Arnav opened his soul to a girl, but he pushed her away just for her own good, Just for her own safety. But he had no idea she was carrying a dark past herself, a past which was her nightmare. Unknowingly, he pushed her back in...
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May 10th,2006
1170 Fifth Avenue on the northeast corner at 98th Street
Central Park New York,
The sun rose in brilliant colors through the trees while lighting up red, orange, yellow, and pink shades over the sky. The thin morning clouds pillowed through the sky without obstructing the sunrise to their usual extent letting birds fly through it, enjoying happy rays of light through their joyful flapping wings to catch the attention of the yearning viewers and spreading fresh energy around.
Sitting on a bench after her morning jog, she never wanted to leave the greater site and not miss the refreshing sight of the morning, which had always been a part of her life since childhood...changed just the location except the rest. The chirping birds were creating enthusiasm around. Those wind riders did provide her with enough energy to start her big day...
"You will be fine, Khushi", She chided herself, walked into her building, and took the elevator to her floor...Forty-five minutes later, she was standing on her balcony, grasping the deep and serene view of Central Park on the 9th-floor apartment of her new home in Manhattan.
She was gathering her belongings while sipping her fresh-brewed coffee. It was Monday morning, and Rahim Chacha[uncle] wanted her porcelain doll to have something before going for her big day...
"Khushi Bitiya!! [ my daughter] Take something with your black coffee on an empty stomach? This is just poisoning my child. These white people and their inventions are always evil. The whole house smells like someone has just died without eating sugar..."..Rahim chacha's annoyance and concern were enveloped in the typical ill beliefs of many Indians his age.
She just repeated his sentences under her lips as some mantras of everyday ritual ...Same words every morning.
" I know I am mad enough to ask you every day just one cup of coffee to start my day..." Rahim Chacha Chacha left after finishing his daily paranoid rituals over her recently developed habit of drinking black coffee...
