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3. The lost one...
She woke up with a thump,
it was the lady beneath her apartment, as usual, blasting off some old retro jazz, it seemed it was all she had left in the name of music; melodies of happiness and love had long been snatched from her, death of three children and being left by a rich husband to live on the streets isn't a fate all could live happily with.
She knew that lady's plight, thus didn't mind the daily old jazz, she used it as her last alarm.. the one after which waking up is like running a race against time.
One shoe in a hand,
the other hand occupied with, books and a bag, a comb between her teeth, hair frantic as a ravaged bird's nest, her braided ponytail screaming: "help! "
Somehow catching the bus, putting on the shoe on her dirty foot, shutting up the screaming ponytail by twirling it in a bun, she sat thinking:
wasn't everyone's life noise,
those who knew the tempo could make it music; the monks and sages,
those who didn't know the tempo; lived eternally in the trap of a noisy din, relying on external tracks, readymade tunes that they wanted for themselves.
With a chaotic life like hers, thinking was a luxury, yet if thoughts were money, she could have been a trillionaire, but irony had the laugh here,she studied off of government funds, gave quarterly tests to keep availing it, along with working in the book shop, to afford her rent and food.
Could she even find her tune, would she need readymade songs, would she tame the notes! Pondering and lost in her thoughts, the bus came to a halt, the driver announcing the stop.
She got off, the lone one to arrive there in a bus, none could afford the school and not be a kid with a pet tesla, she was among the top 5 who studied there on scholarship, bound to be friendless; who would befriend a weird, poor, nerd.
People needed expensive drumsets, even if they sounded badder than the simple flute.
She reached the class the earliest, saw the cleaner lady, the lady was amongst those who liked her thoughts, the lady always said you are made for something big dear, never stop thinking.
The rains started pouring in,she felt if the rains filled in for, every bad tune, every bad note, creating a temporary rhythmic respite from the otherwise cacophonous world.. but alas! all people saw was puddles and wetness, she enjoyed the petrichor, she had learnt the term from one of her professors.
This rain was peaceful than any other that she had witnessed, or was it?!
Sighing she dozed off, suddenly the whole class seemed to be focused on her, they must have come in while she was sleeping but that doesn't explain them noticing the random uninteresting, poor, nerd.
She looked into one of the window panes, was she?where were her dark circles? where were her famished cheek bone frames? had she just worn a whole elegant dress to college? Was she dreaming she couldn't even afford the dress, was this some kind of bullying the class was doing...
then she saw outside the window pane
there in the midst of a raging rainstorm, for there was no thunder, just a heavy rainfall, ; was standing, rather,
there was present, a strange lady all covered in the most elegant dress one could ever see, with the most beautiful internal glow which did not only make one look pretty, but made one seem a good, beautiful heavenly, person.
What was happening, is this a play, was she a part of it?
""Honourable princess miss Valericia venis Barcelay, the queen solicits your accompaniment to your palace for the rest of the Royal meet scheduled with you for 5:30 pm""
Queen! princess! courtiers! she wasn't in some crazy Disney film now was she! ?
yay third part out!!
#asia_anunfoldedtale
click this hashtag to read the previous two chapters.
I wasn't having an inspiration to continue the series.. will try to complete this series this year.. gear up for a fun and light fantasy maybe with a sprinkle of romance or some dynastic war, who knows, even not me!
read and support ✨
Introducing Miss Valericia Venis Barcelay
Valeri- strong brave fierce
asia - the rising sun
Disclaimer: copying any work of mine shall lead to proper suits for copyright.
© aashvanshi writes
it was the lady beneath her apartment, as usual, blasting off some old retro jazz, it seemed it was all she had left in the name of music; melodies of happiness and love had long been snatched from her, death of three children and being left by a rich husband to live on the streets isn't a fate all could live happily with.
She knew that lady's plight, thus didn't mind the daily old jazz, she used it as her last alarm.. the one after which waking up is like running a race against time.
One shoe in a hand,
the other hand occupied with, books and a bag, a comb between her teeth, hair frantic as a ravaged bird's nest, her braided ponytail screaming: "help! "
Somehow catching the bus, putting on the shoe on her dirty foot, shutting up the screaming ponytail by twirling it in a bun, she sat thinking:
wasn't everyone's life noise,
those who knew the tempo could make it music; the monks and sages,
those who didn't know the tempo; lived eternally in the trap of a noisy din, relying on external tracks, readymade tunes that they wanted for themselves.
With a chaotic life like hers, thinking was a luxury, yet if thoughts were money, she could have been a trillionaire, but irony had the laugh here,she studied off of government funds, gave quarterly tests to keep availing it, along with working in the book shop, to afford her rent and food.
Could she even find her tune, would she need readymade songs, would she tame the notes! Pondering and lost in her thoughts, the bus came to a halt, the driver announcing the stop.
She got off, the lone one to arrive there in a bus, none could afford the school and not be a kid with a pet tesla, she was among the top 5 who studied there on scholarship, bound to be friendless; who would befriend a weird, poor, nerd.
People needed expensive drumsets, even if they sounded badder than the simple flute.
She reached the class the earliest, saw the cleaner lady, the lady was amongst those who liked her thoughts, the lady always said you are made for something big dear, never stop thinking.
The rains started pouring in,she felt if the rains filled in for, every bad tune, every bad note, creating a temporary rhythmic respite from the otherwise cacophonous world.. but alas! all people saw was puddles and wetness, she enjoyed the petrichor, she had learnt the term from one of her professors.
This rain was peaceful than any other that she had witnessed, or was it?!
Sighing she dozed off, suddenly the whole class seemed to be focused on her, they must have come in while she was sleeping but that doesn't explain them noticing the random uninteresting, poor, nerd.
She looked into one of the window panes, was she?where were her dark circles? where were her famished cheek bone frames? had she just worn a whole elegant dress to college? Was she dreaming she couldn't even afford the dress, was this some kind of bullying the class was doing...
then she saw outside the window pane
there in the midst of a raging rainstorm, for there was no thunder, just a heavy rainfall, ; was standing, rather,
there was present, a strange lady all covered in the most elegant dress one could ever see, with the most beautiful internal glow which did not only make one look pretty, but made one seem a good, beautiful heavenly, person.
What was happening, is this a play, was she a part of it?
""Honourable princess miss Valericia venis Barcelay, the queen solicits your accompaniment to your palace for the rest of the Royal meet scheduled with you for 5:30 pm""
Queen! princess! courtiers! she wasn't in some crazy Disney film now was she! ?
yay third part out!!
#asia_anunfoldedtale
click this hashtag to read the previous two chapters.
I wasn't having an inspiration to continue the series.. will try to complete this series this year.. gear up for a fun and light fantasy maybe with a sprinkle of romance or some dynastic war, who knows, even not me!
read and support ✨
Introducing Miss Valericia Venis Barcelay
Valeri- strong brave fierce
asia - the rising sun
Disclaimer: copying any work of mine shall lead to proper suits for copyright.
© aashvanshi writes
