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MORPHING ASHES INTO A PHOENIX. Chapter #8.
CHAPTER 8: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
"There! That should do it", said Grandpa, slowly coming down the ladder. Regina and Ada hugged each other with joy as the workers had completed building the range of huge cottages with many rooms. It too was placed near to the stream, just like the hospital. Grandpa wanted the environment to be cheerful. John read the signboard aloud that Grandpa had just stuck with nails by his own hands. It read 'Centre of excellence, Naraba'.
All the dozen cottages in the area had many rooms inside too. They would altogether serve the purpose of an all knowledge source. It had kindergartens and nurseries. It had middle and high school classes. It too had separate ones for college and advanced studies.
"I have sent word to the department of education. Tomorrow, all the books shall arrive for the respective levels. Sadly, with the economic crises, teachings will be by heart as only the teacher can be afforded the only copies. It will be a slow and weak start but it will be a start", said John. Ada was happy. Behind them, Elder Salim arrived. "Dear son!", he called out to John. "I have informed the elders and they have agreed too. When shall we begin?".
"Begin what?", asked Grandpa. "Oh, I, Dad and John wanted to preserve their teachings too. We will be writing their philosophies by hand into an original book while listening to each and every part of their history". Grandpa felt excited saying, "Count me in", as they went up ahead except Ada. All her people had known about the stories was by listening to them around a bonfire. She never knew if noted down, they could be read a thousand times again and by a thousand people. Ada had a good feeling about the near future.
On her way back, she saw Adana and Andrew walking away hand in hand. She stopped for a while. After a few steps, Andrew cut away a random yellow flower and pointed it to Adana. She accepted it and stuck it above her ear. They seemed to be getting along pretty well.
Ada went on towards the village. But what was with Adana wearing all white everyday all of a sudden? Was it her symbolism of purity? And the chilli red necklace? What if Andrew had carved it for her from a rock? Was it a betrothal necklace? Adana would never tell, smiled Ada. She already was having a lot of responsibility, being the chief of the guards and with a distraction like Andrew. Maybe, once all gets going, they would announce it soon. For now, security and shifting of ideologies to a...
"There! That should do it", said Grandpa, slowly coming down the ladder. Regina and Ada hugged each other with joy as the workers had completed building the range of huge cottages with many rooms. It too was placed near to the stream, just like the hospital. Grandpa wanted the environment to be cheerful. John read the signboard aloud that Grandpa had just stuck with nails by his own hands. It read 'Centre of excellence, Naraba'.
All the dozen cottages in the area had many rooms inside too. They would altogether serve the purpose of an all knowledge source. It had kindergartens and nurseries. It had middle and high school classes. It too had separate ones for college and advanced studies.
"I have sent word to the department of education. Tomorrow, all the books shall arrive for the respective levels. Sadly, with the economic crises, teachings will be by heart as only the teacher can be afforded the only copies. It will be a slow and weak start but it will be a start", said John. Ada was happy. Behind them, Elder Salim arrived. "Dear son!", he called out to John. "I have informed the elders and they have agreed too. When shall we begin?".
"Begin what?", asked Grandpa. "Oh, I, Dad and John wanted to preserve their teachings too. We will be writing their philosophies by hand into an original book while listening to each and every part of their history". Grandpa felt excited saying, "Count me in", as they went up ahead except Ada. All her people had known about the stories was by listening to them around a bonfire. She never knew if noted down, they could be read a thousand times again and by a thousand people. Ada had a good feeling about the near future.
On her way back, she saw Adana and Andrew walking away hand in hand. She stopped for a while. After a few steps, Andrew cut away a random yellow flower and pointed it to Adana. She accepted it and stuck it above her ear. They seemed to be getting along pretty well.
Ada went on towards the village. But what was with Adana wearing all white everyday all of a sudden? Was it her symbolism of purity? And the chilli red necklace? What if Andrew had carved it for her from a rock? Was it a betrothal necklace? Adana would never tell, smiled Ada. She already was having a lot of responsibility, being the chief of the guards and with a distraction like Andrew. Maybe, once all gets going, they would announce it soon. For now, security and shifting of ideologies to a...
