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What it is...by Doecii

Lily

As soon as I put it in shuffle mode, the songs start playing automatically. Looking out the window, I was humming the tune.

I'm traveling by train to my dad's house.

And you've been wondering where the father lives.

Okay, so my father was relocated to the western Indian state of Goa, to a place called Madgaon or Margaon.

Yes, I'm Indian, and my father had to move across India because of his profession.

So here I am, traveling to his city to visit him after a year, along with my mother, brother, and other family members.

We haven't spoken in almost a year. I was really missing my dad. He used to contact us every time on video, but he is now free of his work.

All I could see was a message that said, "Join premium now if you want to listen to your songs without ads." Dang, they constantly attempt to interrupt the flow of the tunes. Stupid advertisements.

I switched off my phone, took off my earbuds, and pulled some wafers for a snack from my bag. I enjoy eating as I travel. I turn to the opposite side to see my mom and brother arguing about who knows what on a different seat. I felt the energy as I sat there by myself.

It's twilight and the rainy season. While I don't dislike rainy days, I also don't enjoy them. I enjoy being wet without taking a bath. not thereafter.

After dawn, it is already 5:50 pm, and it appears like 7:00 pm will soon arrive. I assumed there would be a severe downpour because of the number of dark, ominous clouds that had accumulated nearby.

I hated the idea of being soaked.

Thank God I'm on a train because I'm being stopped by something that's genuinely made of glass and Goodness is as thick as glass. My family's laughter could be heard in the background. In order to hide the portion of the room where I was, I grab the drapes and pull the strings off.

I was securely covered in a duvet as I lay there. This emotion. I groaned softly. I adored this sensation. The next time, I should go alone.

I was looking through my phone and planning to read an online book. My mood will be lifted and I'll be able to get some rest.

N. M. Patel's book Luv Shuv in New York was the one I was looking for. (you can also search that) The title alone shouts "Indian book, written by Indians." I adore how diversified our Indian communities are becoming throughout many categories. I couldn't wait to read.

However, the unexpected train stop in the midst of the unidentified station forced me to rise up. My brother opened the drapes and gave me a quick glance.

"The halt has arrived. Do you need a snack?" He questioned me while I sat trying to determine which station it is as gazing out the window. He is three years younger than me and a rather mischievous individual.

I ask "If you might bring bread omellete?" and he nods in agreement. "But it needs to be freshly prepared, right?"

He only ever says, "Yea, yea, Maharani" or, Yea, yea, princess.

I sat with my feet crossed, looking out the window for my brother. I felt a cold as I touched my nose. It's a room with air conditioning, and the air conditioner stopped operating when the station came or, more accurately, when an automatic equipment that controls based on the sound of the train engine.

I stand up and move closer to the door to view him as I can't see him well from the closed window. As I reacted violently and slammed to the room door into my back after I opened the door to exit the room, I collided into someone.

"Ow... "

I only received the word "oops" from the other side.

"That Hur----." my breath stopped. It seemed like the train began to move, but the air supply to my face stopped. My face has begun to get red as a result of the sudden heat in the air. I gasped when I saw the man in front of me. He was sultry. Dashing then. Quite formal. So appealing....

I retaliated with "I'm so sorry" and resumed my sluggish breathing. I felt someone grip my shoulder, and when I turned to see upward following the hand lead, he backed away and formed a specific gap. So, I was unaware that he had been holding my shoulder the entire time. After receiving no response, he clears his throat.

"No.... No, it's okay" my face could get any time blast soon. Oh god.

"Then excuse me. " He stared the room door and making me realize that he needs to go there. I excused myself and stood aside, giving him space to go.

As soon as he entered the room, I inhaled deeply.

It was excellent.

I went to a wash basin and washed my face in order to cool my heated blood since I reasoned that water may help me calm down. But it was ineffective. I smelled a citrus scent as I looked down. I hold my cloth and start smelling, it does smell like citrus. Wow he wore cologne of citrus. That was fast.

Thanking to my cloth for catching his cologne air.

My brother then brought me my favorite bread omellete, which diverted me. I completely forgot about him when I saw the food in his hand.

Next part will be on few next day

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