Its been a long winter. A long and lonely winter. Arya was fast asleep, curled up in her favorite chair in the verandah, overlooking the hills. A half finished book lay on the table beside her. Perhaps she didn't like it. It wasn't like Arya to leave a book unfinished. She was always the curious one. Curious to know what lay ahead. Curious to find out what the end would be like. Her curiosity applied to her life too. She was always eager to know what the future held. Her curiosity had cost her. She had lost everything.
The bells tolled in a far away temple bringing Arya back to the land of mortals. If this was a city, these bells would have gone unnoticed in the cacophony of sounds the city had to offer. Maybe that's why the small town of Dalia held so much appeal for her. It was so quiet that she could hear her thoughts very clearly. She got up from the chair, picked up the empty coffee mug and made her way inside the house. The house of her ancestors, where now she lived alone...
To be continued...
Nice :) do keep writing!
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