Chapter 4

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The roster's crow echoed through the tranquil village, signaling the dawn of a beautiful morning.

The soft hues of dawn painted the sky as the village awoke to the gentle whispers of nature. A symphony of birdsong and rustling leaves greeted the morning, while the sun cast a golden glow over quaint cottages and fields of blooming wildflowers. The air, crisp and fragrant, carried the promise of a day filled with simple joys and the timeless rhythm of rural life.

I awoke to the unfamiliar melody of rural life, greeted by the chorus of birds and the distant lowing of cattle. The crisp village air whispered tales of a slower, more connected existence as I navigated the simplicity of the morning, a stark contrast to the urban rhythm I had known.

As the first rays of dawn tiptoed through the curtains, I awoke to a world painted in hues of soft morning light. my room, cloaked in shadows, slowly unveiled its familiar corners. The world outside whispered promises of a new day, and I rose from my slumber like a character stepping onto the stage of the morning, where the ordinary became extraordinary in the theater of a brand-new day.

I draped myself my with cardigan and went down to my grandmother, who was busy with breakfast preparation, She informed me to wash up before the breakfast and she has already prepared hot water for me. I stepped into the rustic bathing area. Sunlight filtered through woven bamboo walls, casting intricate patterns on the earthen floor. A brass vessel suspended over an open hearth crackled with the anticipation of warmth.

I delicately poured water into a large metal basin, steam rising to embrace me. The fragrant soap mingled with the earthy scent of the surroundings as I immersed myself in the ancient tradition, feeling the connection to a simpler, timeless rhythm of life.

Emerging from the rustic bathhouse, the morning sun painted the village with golden hues as droplets clung to my skin. Refreshed and invigorated,

I found my grandfather sitting on sofa with a cup of hot coffee, he was a man of principle and discipline, He used to wake up with the first light, and embarked on his daily pilgrimage to the farm fields, a journey etched in the rhythm of the rising sun. Returning before breakfast, his weathered hands carried stories of toil, and the fragrance of earth lingered, weaving tales of resilience and connection to the land.

I went to him and embraced him in a warm hug. With one single hug, I saw his wrinkled face blooming with smile.

Grandma gave us a breakfast call, which was literally a high pitch shout. When i reached the dining room with my Pa ... I found the same brown eyes in which I got drowned again without any doubt. Those eyes were intoxicated me ... And I started to feel something new, which I never experienced with anyone.

Ammama saved me from completely drowning in those eyes. Amma caught me looking at my beauty, so she introduced each other...

And I was really happy, seeing her in front me and happy because she was not just my imagination or any rumored lone girl.

And I finally got to know her Name , Arohi!....

TBC ......

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