CHAPTER 01

...CHAPTER O1: Lost *in the world of mine own vintage era....

The wooden stairs made a small squeaking sound as I descended to reach my living room. The caramel-coloured wood left the sensation of coolness on my sole making me refreshed in the early morning.

I walked towards my small dainty kitchen while making a bun out of my long brown hair anď loosely tied it up on my head. I opened the window and was instantly greeted with the chilly morning breeze knocking the sleepiness out of my

body.

I smiled and proceeded towards making breakfast for today. I opened my refrigerator and found few eggs and some dried out vegetables which seem dead. I took out the leftover eggs and made a mental note to go to the grocery shop for the necessary goods.

I put the pan on the cooking stove letting it heat up and then cooked my breakfast. I hummed with the flow of music which was being played on the radio which was getting glitches every few minutes. Living away from the noisy human population has its perks and disadvantages. The connection is weak here so I got the habit of collecting many songs and movies DVDs and CDs. I have no tv just a radio to which I listen to only in the mornings.

I live in a two-storey old building, which was built by my great grandfather and I don't have the heart of leaving something this precious for city life.

It's quite old but gives the rustic vintage vibes and I am content with it and I have been always a fan of old and vintage things and so I love this place.

The radio again glitches and I put the scrambled eggs on a clean white ceramic plate and then moving towards the radio.

I try to twist the buttons attached to it, but no avail.

''ADRIAN DOMINIK a Russian man who has been on loose for the last three months has yet to be captured. The citizens are requested to-"

I turned off the radio, not in the mood to hear a horrific crime made by a human and start my day. The news about this man has spread through the town and I have heard people talking about him. They said he is astonishingly handsome to be a criminal, but we can never judge a book by its cover. A beautiful person is always more dangerous whether be it a man or a woman because people easily trust them.

I diverted my mind from thinking about the horrifying criminal and his crimes.

I poured myself a glass of orange juice and sat on my couch and placed my breakfast on the small table. I placed a old retro CD on the record player and sat back on the couch enjoying my breakfast with the beautiful retro music filled my house.

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''Lift your legs a little up, sweetie.'' I cooed out to the little small girl in her cute ballet dress trying to lift up her leg while taking the support of the bar.

''It's too difficult to do.'' She sadly whispered out, her lips pouting out and pink soft cheeks puffed out and eyes almost beaming with tears.

''It's alright. No need for you to be sad. You will be able to do it later as you practice.'' I said to her slowly and sweetly patting her small head and she meekly nodded back*.

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