The Ancient Song

The Ancient Song

Part I:

Tia never thought life could be so peaceful that she’d get time to acknowledge the presence of those natural wonders that sang outside her window before the morning sun, chirping in the sweetest voices. After fighting the battle that had almost cost her her life, she was quite astonished how mundane her life had become but this time around, she made sure she wasn’t going to waste a single moment chasing things that were never meant to be for her.

Caught up in this thought process, she didn’t notice the buzzing phone until it rang again. The loud ring brought her out of the reverie and she took the call not bothering who was calling.

‘Hello, this is Tia. How can I help you?’ she spoke, calm and composed.

the bird sang the ancient song,
the final wave is coming along,
the one responsible for undoing the wrong,
should return the rose where it belongs.’ a deep voice recited this unusual Hello.

‘Excuse me, who is this? And what did you just say?’ she asked, taken aback.

‘You know what it is. Now use your head and figure it out. You have until Saturday night.’ replied the man.

‘I’m sorry. I’m not taking any work these days. I’m afraid I can’t help you in..’ she spoke without thinking twice.

‘You don’t have a choice. I know everything about you and everyone around you. Why don’t you call that boyfriend of yours and check whether his 3rd Tequila shot has done its magic or not, I’ll be on hold.’ she knew this was no joke and dialed her boyfriend’s number.

‘Where are you, Michael?’ she spoke, urgently.

‘Uh, no mother I.. I’m not dru..dru..drunk’ replied her drunk boyfriend.

‘Goodness Michael!’ she cut the call, exasperated.

‘Just who are you? What do you want from me?’ she asked, without wasting a second.

‘I’ve already told you what I want.’ he replied, in a no-nonsense tone.

‘But what is it about? How am I supposed to make head or tail of it if you don’t tell me what is it about? And why me?’ her mind raced.

‘You ask too many questions. The answer is you, you’re the only one who can figure it out. I’ll be in touch.’ said the deep voice.

‘But hey..’ and the line went dead.

Everything she’d done so far to put back her work, her days as a detective, and enjoy life for a year or so was brought to ruins. At the age of 32, she had achieved and earned more than anybody of her age through her sharp mind and that miraculous intellect but it had cost her her relationships. Michael was the only one who held on to her and she had decided that she’d never let this man down.

Just when things started falling into place, the phone ringed and she was once again caught in a whirlpool she didn’t want to be a part of.


To be continued…

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The Lucky Stroke: Part I

1. Coincidence or Destiny?

The Lucky Stroke
The Lucky Stroke

As she traced her footsteps to work, Ananya’s mind was figuring out excuses for being late on the first day of her new job.

She held a few files in her left arm (It would impress her boss that she is all about business). Although they made no particular sense to her but she was all game for her new job. There was no way she could lose it. After all it was the first job she had got after she had been able to see.

Blindness was the curse fate had chosen for her until a generous human decided to do some social service and got her and a few other kids in her orphanage, operated. Later on, the same man had adopted her and had suggested her to go for this job.

She was just thinking about how great her day would be when she trampled over a stone and came down to earth, literally. As she was helping herself get up, a young man came over and helped her pick up the files that had spread on the ground. As she picked up one file, her eyes met his. He was one handsome hunk but seemed genuine. ‘+1’ thought she and chuckled.

He was bemused at her behaviour and quickly picked up the rest of the papers and handed it over to her.

She saw the confusion on his face and steadied herself.

“Thanks so much!” she chirped and extended her hand for a handshake.

“Pleasure” he spoke briefly with a secretive smile and reached for her hand.

As their hands met, the smile on Ananya’s face evaporated.

This touch! Is he… No it can’t be! But I never forget anybody whom I’ve touched, and he, he was my best friend back then. How is this possible!?! she thought, confused.

“Is something wrong?” he asked immediately sensing the tension on her face.

“Do I know you?” she asked at once.

“I don’t remember exactly, but I felt I had seen you before when I saw you first. That’s why I came here to help”, he confessed.

“I am Ananya! From the L.B.S. Orphanage in Gurgoan. Remember?” she almost screamed with excitement.

“Oh my god! Are you serious! Its been so long!”, exclaimed Deb, as they hugged each other.

“It’s a miracle to find you here Deb! I’ve been waiting to meet you ever since you got adopted back then. I’ve missed you so much! You never contacted me back. Well, I don’t blame you for this. Who would remember a friend from the orphanage when you are fed with a silver spoon.” She kept babbling as she punched him playfully.

“By the way, where are you headed to? You seemed in a hurry! Something important?” Deb asked, concerned.

“Gosh! I’m really getting late. Its my first day of the new job in DFC. It’s a really great opportunity for me and if I mess this up, trust me, my dad will disown me.” She spoke hurriedly.

“But if I’m not wrong, your family’s next 7 generations wont need to work to live life king size. Why this job?” He asked with a cocky smile.

“Because I want to!” she started walking as she replied.

“Deb, I’ll sure catch up with you soon but right now, I have to go. Take care. See ya soon!” she spoke and left.

“See ya soon!” murmured Deb as he smiled to himself. He knew she would see him soon. After all, DFC was short for Deb Finance Corporation.

 

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