The irritating sound of alarm rang through the silence.
Wake up, it's another day.
Haseena opened her eyes and rubbed it multiple times to get her vision clear. The alarm was still ringing making her head ache. Oh!
In attempt to turn off the alarm her hand collided with a photo-frame, causing it to fell on the floor with a loud bang. The sound of shattering glass, made vanish Haseena's sleepiness. She quickly turned off the annoying alarm, put her glasses and looked at the floor.
Oh shit.
The broken picture frame of her grandmother lying on the floor along with the broken glasses. Before Haseena tried to grab the frame, a broken piece of glass penitrated through her thumb, making her hiss in pain. She quickly removed the glass piece from her thumb, as little bit of blood oozing out of it.
Haseena again settled her concentration over that broken picture. Carefully she picked up the frame, removing all the glass pieces from it. She stared at the picture for a very long minutes as her vision started to get blurry. A drop of tear left through her right eye.
Flashback
"please dadi, mujhe nehi jana school." Little Haseena clutched her dadi's hand tightly.
"aisa nehi kehte beta, dekho, woo dekho, saare bacche school k andar jaa rahe hai, tumhe vi jana chahiye beta.. late ho raha hai na?" her dadi tried to assure her, placing her hand over her head.
"par mujhe darr lag raha hai, ap waha nehi hongi." said Haseena with slightly trembling voice.
"tumhe bada hoke apni abbu ki tarha police ban na hai na?" asked dadi soothing her hair.
"nehi, mujhe sirf apke tarha ban na hai, main vi ek wri-wri-"
"writer?"
"ha wohi, wohi ban na hai." Haseena said with huge smile. Her dadi wasn't professional writer or anything, she just wrote some poems and stories only for her beloved hasu. And her hasu used to attract towards it.. and she made up her mind to write something which makes people happy. Just like her dadi's stories makes her happy.
"to fir bhi tumhe padhai to karni padegi na? padhai nehi karoge to likhoge kaise?" smiled her dadi.
"oh, to ap haina.. ap likh denge mere liye, main apko bata dungi kya likhna hai. Hogaya. to abb school jaane ki koi zarurat nehi hai, chaliye Ghar chalte hai.. waise bhi Ghar par Scooby akela hai, darr lag raha hoga bechare ko." Haseena tried to convince her dadi.
"par-"
"agar ap mujhe school nehi bhejengi to main apke hair massage kar dungi, promise." she tried to bribe dadi.
Dadi thought for a second, what she could do for Hasu, to remove her fear.
Then she put off her ring from her finger and put that into Haseena's chain.
"lo abb to hu na tumhare sath beta, ab jao aur ha abb aur koi naa nehi, warna main tumse baat nehi karungi."
Haseena felt so much protected with her dadi's ring, like she had got some superpower. After couple of minutes of thought Hassena agreed to go.
"accha main jaa rahi hu, ap Scooby ko bolna ki chinta na kare main jaldi hi ghar aa jaungi, ok?" she said, like she's going far from home home for couple of days. Dadi laughed at her Hasu's cute antics.
"bye dadi." Haseena took a step towards school.
"bye beta."
"bye dadi." Haseena took second step towards school.
"ha beta bye bye."
"dadi.." Haseena entered the school gate and turned towards her dadi.
"ha bolo beta?"
"bye bye.." She said peeking from school gate.
After lots of bye bye just like doremon, Haseena went towards her class.
Flashback ends.
A sound of beep startled her. It was 7.03 already. Had she cried for that long time?
well may be. Her face was fully soaked with tears. when she wiped her tears, felt a pain in her thumb. Her thumb wound needs dressing.
She carefully placed the picture in her bed and carefully stands on the floor. She went towards bathroom avoiding broken glasses or another injury.
As she reached the bathroom she washed her thumb, applied some Dettol, and put a bandaid on it. Then her eyes landed on the other finger more precisely on the ring. Yes it was that ring which dadi gave her on her first school day.
She looked at the mirror, um looks pretty vulnerable. She splashed cool water into her face, washing it clean. After doing her early morning chores she left from bathroom. It was 7.27am.
Taking a broom in her hand Haseena cleaned her room, disposed the broken glass.
She grabbed her phone, replied the massages which was sent by her bff Naina last night and her new client with whom she has a therapy session at 11.30am in her office, well not her office actually. She worked for an agency. She does writing in her free time, which was really popular among the new generation. She never thought that people would like her stories that much. But the next couple of days gonna be really important for her, cause she have got an international offer. This time they are interested to feature a lesbian romance novel. Well that's like dream for Haseena. She's working on that book for past 6months. Her main character Hazel who is referred to herself and her partner Karry. This book about how they started their journey.
After having her breakfast, Haseena went towards her cupboard. She wears a white shirt with black jeans. Put on light makeup and light shade of pink lipstick with matching colour of earrings. She made a bun. A few strands of curls falls on her face. She looked up again at the mirror. Something was missing, oh her glasses. She wore her glass and smiled at her image showing her dimple.
Sitting on her bed she took the picture frame in her hand. "I'm sorry dadi, galti se hogaya, apko chot to nehi laagi? main apke liye ek badiya sa frame la dunga ok? love you dadi." She hugs the frame and put it into her bag.
When she passing through the hall something pricks on her mind. She stopped on the track, looking at the fish jar where Tony, a goldfish looking at her direction, saying like "where are you going idiot, I'm hungry.." well if fish could speak English. "sorry Tony, ruko abhi laya."
_
After spraying Fogg, taking her watch, phone and bag, she went towards the door. "bye Tony, see you." She grabbed her car keys and closed that door shut.
Well she's real loner, that's why she writes, addicted towards a fancy world that doesn't exist.
_
Haseena entered her dashing blue car, anyone can guess she makes a good amount of money.
She entered her company's paking lot and parked her car beside a black car.
when she entered the lobby, Rhea, the receptionist wished her good morning. Haseena also returned it with smile. She headed towards lift. Her office is on 4th floor, at the end of the corridor. It provides the best view of this whole office. Her boss aka Mrs. Mehta loves Haseena as her own daughter. She always provides the best always for Haseena. Her colleagues sometimes envied her luck. It not luck actually, it her hardwork, she always made Mrs. Mehta proud.
When Haseena entered her cabin a smell of rose room freshner lingered in her nose. Her best friend Naina used her cabin to read her manuscript previous eve.
It is before 10 am still that early. To pass time Haseena again thought to read her manuscript for 444th time maybe.
Well for your kind information, it's 456th time, but who's counting, thought Haseena. She reached her desk to get it but that's not there.
Dipika for her hotness
Urfi for her fashion sense
(bas urfi k fashion sense koi seekh mat jaana)
And Naina for her carelessness
no one can defeat them.
"ye Nain vi na!" frustratedly, Haseena dialled Naina's no.
on 6th ring she picked it up.
"Hello! Nain-"
"hu-" she replied in sleepiness.
"kal Jo Maine tujhe manuscript padne ko diya tha, wo kaha hai?"
"manu- wo hota kya hai?"
"are bata na!"
"abe, insaan neend se abhi abhi utha hai, soch raha hai ki main kaun hu? kiu hu? aur tujhe manuscript ki padi hai?leke so rahi thi kya main? rakh phone!"
"are-"
*beep beep beep*
Naina cut the call.
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