Olive Chaudhuri

~FORTY TWO~ "Coming!" Kanan yelled, before hurrying his way out of the shower. Skipping to dry his hair, he leaned into his cupboard and pulled out the first Tshirt and track pants that his palms gripped before changing into them in record speed. With quick strides, he made way for the door, unlocking it quickly in response of the bell that had been rung not less than ten seconds ago. "Meera." She stood rather awkwardly, her fingers fidgety with the strap of her purse per usual, blushing the exact way he was used to seeing her blush in his presence. "Hey." She gave out a small smile, "I would've called before coming but-" He cut her with a quick wave of the hand, and pulled the door further open in invitation. Meera hastily tucked a loose chunk of hair behind the curve of her ear before walking in quietly. "What's up?" "Well, Dadi's back home and my family's back to being it's old bic...

~FORTY~ Harsh sunlight streamed into the room and hit her eyes leading to deep creases on her forehead out of irritation. When was the last time someone had had the audacity to pull open the curtains to her room while she'd still been asleep? "URGH!" Meera groaned in bed, folding half of her pillow to shield her eyes. "Get up Meera." It was a stern voice, clearly identifiable even through her messy head. "Ma?" She squinted her eyes to adjust with the lighting, as she stared at her Mother's figure sitting along the edge of her bed. "Who else? Now get up. Quick." Meera staggered up on her butt, instantly feeling a headache shoot up. Her hand landed on her forehead immediately. "Have you brought any good Indian wear with you?" Ofcourse  her Mother didn't seem to notice how bad her headache was! Had she ever even cared? "Um...I don't know. I have some basic stuff. Why?" "Show me what you ha...