Chapter 1
From the dusky shadows of the disheartened window, a fleck of soggy breeze interrupts my sustained gaze into the birth of dawn. A drop of unback'd tear rolled down my cheek until it vanished, leaving a bitter but necessary regret.
The winds of forgotten thoughts rustling through the autumn leaves create a stir in my welled up eyes. As I sense the return of every pleasant memory, every faded laugh and every lost soul. The heart remembers all that you have wangled in the old times, But what comes to mind is everything that you have lost.
The abruptly fresh golden rays of the sun lay a warm touch on my ruffled hair. The soft comfort of winter morning and sweetness of remembrance are smiling nostalgically, as they spread their shine on the happy hours belonging to the past nine and half years of my life.
The sun has barely risen over the horizon. It's already seven in the morning, but Ashima won't wakeup. In fact, no one will wake up. As tears overflow from my grey eyes, I remember how deep the pain has persisted, how my own actions put together a person of such evil nature, conceited and cruel.
The squeaky chair was quiet as I got up from there and marked my way to the study, with heavy steps and such a grim and dark heart.
"It's time!" I remember as I lean against my dusty table, but it took me a moment to recover from the first glance of my happy thoughts.
