As Tracy lay asleep under the soft glow of her desk lamp, her mind drifted off. Off to where minds escape to find peace and to find solutions. She saw a vivid, surreal landscape, a world where technology and nature had fused into something far beyond her wildest imagination. The air was thick with energy, a quiet hum that seemed to pulse through every living thing.
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Sneha peeped outside the window fitted with rusted rods running horizontally across its width. She saw a little girl holding her mother's hand, heading very fast towards the other end. "She seems new to this place," thought Sneha.
"Sneha, it's your turn now. Take this bag, and don't return it until it's full. Be careful with the station master." shouted a shrill voice. Once again, it's a new search, a search for little things from a hullabaloo of things lying hither and thither.
Sneha, a little one of 9 years old, was left on the railway platform 2 years ago. Her caretaker always forced her to extend her limits. She has targets to meet, and the food she got depended on her search. Luck is not easy, though; extreme searches were her fate. She heard the cries of the baby beside a railway station drinking water tap. Nobody knew who left her there and where she came from. But Sneha recognized her as she saw her running behind her mother an hour ago. She thought, "Another little one abandoned by her family. I hope her luck takes her in good hands."
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Sudha was a bit contented today, two pot full of water was the reason for her smile, "Ahh! this will be sufficient for Baba, Imli and me". Her lonely eyes were not in sync with her subtle smile, she was missing Deepa who used to accompany her walk.
“You did it, I shall inform mother”, Tanu in assertive tone
“Do you think they will trust you”, Ruhi reverted ironically.
“You outsider, why you act as owner of the house. My wish, I will do what I like”, Ruhi picked up the pouch again.
“You may not consider me as elder sister but I do consider you as my younger one”, spoke Tanu holding her tears.
“Poor adopted girl!”, Ruhi said these three words again.
“She is my daughter and owns each right", mother patted Tanu while snatching the drug pouch from Ruhi.
That day, Tanu’s life changed forever.
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‘No, no, this cannot happen’, shouted Mili and then dropped her rare pillow on the ground and the fall of a water bottle from the side table made her awake.
“Mili, get ready fast and come for breakfast”, said her mother in a tone that was enough to charge Mili to start her day with a sprang.
Mili started to gather her books, assignments, project material and stuffed it in her bag that seemed to be gathering many substances from decades though it was only a few months old.
Mili took one final look in the mirror for setting her frizzy hair that starts uprooting after a single stroke of comb or a smooth breeze.
"Why can’t they settle soon, this hair stuff makes me go crazy, I wonder how girls manage to wear good hairstyles, it would take another few years for me to master it", mumbled Mili to herself.
Keeth and Kokil loved the company of each other besides they were always seen together. Their bonding was admired and much talked about in the community.
Under the canopy of thick trees, they had their beautiful abode far from the hustle-bustle of urbanization they lived peacefully in the lap of nature.
Keeth was hardworking, determined, and was always adept to help others. He was strong-willed besides once set out on a task would not sit until it was complete.
Kokil was blessed with a sweet voice and her hymns were melodious and mesmerizing. Her gifted voice attracted many friends around and was much appreciated by all. She loved the way each one acknowledged her and felt proud of her extravagant singing.
They grew up and so their ego too. Trouble started brewing slowly, their paths started to differ.
"Add cocoa powder in the list of groceries, kids will be back for me to bake a cake today", voiced Aryan's mother from the kitchen as she shelved the utensils in the kitchen.
Aryan got up by hearing the mother's voice but rolled up on the other side of the bed thinking the winters and blankets are a stunning combination which cannot lose any duo competition. When he was about to pause all thoughts and go back to slumber, his mother handed him a cordless phone saying Rohan has called thrice till now and he has mentioned its urgency.
With much difficulty and remembering his friendship vows he took the phone and whispered Hello…
“Hey dude, you are still on your bed, what’s wrong with you. Don’t you know what’s special today”, blurted Rohan in a gasp.
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“So, we have our guidelines set and hoping this roll-out to be smooth and not bumpy as last one. Ria you head the Developer team and Nits you Testing team. Take the charge and make the project roll out” Sonia the project lead addressed the team of 37. She added “Lets take a break while the onsite team makes the necessary settings”.
Everybody started dispersing from the conference room and started heading to the cafeteria and few to their cubicles.
“Ria, let’s grab a coffee before you start explaining inters their to-do”, Nitish asked her in a pleading manner. He knew Ria was little upset with last week advancements.
Ria instructed “Shweta, I am in cafeteria; call me if any alarming message comes from onsite” and walked towards cafeteria in silence though his love of life was walking beside him.
Nitish held her hand as they sat with their favorite Dalgona coffee but Ria slowly pulled her hand away from his grip.
“Nit’s I want you to say it before it’s too late”, Ria stated in devastating tone.
“Ria after two years of our relationship you don’t trust me” confused Nitish smirked.
“It’s Riana…Riana Sheikh. These nick names in the company is taking toll in my life”, Ria blurted in a single say.
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