Just one finely usual day of August. A yet to dew-dry morning, already awoken up birds, and a brightly shining Sun like a hundred watt bulb. How peaceful !
In the mean-peace-time, a ruckus is going on in a fairly empty house, or rather say a flat of an apartment. A young lady is sleeping in her bed, pillows over ears , enduring an old lady's continuous nagging.
The old is called the Grandma of the young lady, named Anning. What can be more usual than this.
Her Grandma's name...
Don't look at me , how would I know.
She's your grandma.
So what ! , I call her 'grandma' , not by her name. She will beat me to death.
[ Oh , don't worry. She talks with her own mind . Not minding the company of anyone else. ]
And either way I'm not a toddler , who after getting lost in a fair, need to be asked," who's your grandma child " , "what's her name" , etc. and etc. So why bother to remember.
"...."
In this back-and-for..., forth-and-forth , the wall clock struck to half past six o'clock. Anning , removing the pillows from her ears, sat groggily on the edge of the bed.
Her grandma was still shouting from the doorway of the kitchen.
Anning didn't uttered a single word, without even going to freshen up, picked up the broom from under her bed and moved to the hall , while rubbing her eyes.
Her apartment was a simple one, not so luxurious, with three bedrooms, one bathroom, one hall and a kitchen.
Anning was a college student, age seventeen, in her second architectural year.
She is fair-skinned , not too fair but fairer, small phoenix eyes, a sharp cut face, which is amiable when smiling but remains almost expressionless. She has quite a good-knowledge of psychology too and is an artist by hobby , but thinks that she is not quite good at it (as most of the artists do think same), a keen in writing, and dancing.
WELL.
Her parents and her only younger brother were on a long trip since weeks and had yet to come. Relatives are also very few, who rarely visits them. Friends also not too much except her brother's. She thinks them as untrustworthy, only one exception.
Only her grandma knows her , quite good but not better.
Currently, Anning is brooming the hall, then she'll move to her grandma's room , kitchen, and then finally her room , which is mostly clean, then will again toss the broom back under the bed.
Anning's height is slightly greater than an average girl's and grandma's slightly lower than it.
After this, she moves to the kitchen to help her grandma in cooking. Grandma comes out of the kitchen fuming. She always scolds Anning for waking up late and staying up all night. And Anning hears everything but her habit doesn't change and in the morning she willingly takes all her harsh words. This is their daily chores.
Anning is good at cooking and enjoys it too. After one hour, she finally comes out of kitchen to catch breathe, and sees that grandma is peeling beans for the afternoon meal.
After some minutes she again goes into the kitchen.
Alright done now.
She emerges from the kitchen, which is now so cleaned that it doesn't look like someone has even stepped in there, holding two plates of hot flatbreads and soup in the bowls of plate. She places one plate in front of her grandma and with another plate sits on the opposite chair.
Her grandma puts aside the peeled beans and says without looking at her, eyes on the plate, "How many times should I've to tell you to not use laptop so late at night. Always waking up late. Don't behave like an owl, waking the night and sleeping the day."
Here she goes again.
There are never good nights or good mornings, nor any thank or sorry between them.
Evading the topic, Anning said, "Grandma, you know, yesterday in a drawing class , a boy drew a window as according to the assignment so beautifully and submitted it to the professor. After evaluating everyone's drawings, the professor called him. We all thought that he's going to praise him for his good work but, after looking him up and down, he turned to us to show his sketch. And then, slapping the student's shoulder he said,' students, I'm just reminding you that you shouldn't do the same blunder as he did in his sketch. Look carefully and see what is mistaken.' We all looked, silenced, at the drawing of the window with crafty sills and panels, but still couldn't figure it out."
Anning pauses to create some suspense, then continues ," The professor said, ' Look at the window sills.' And then it struck us, my god, the sills were beautiful but designed higher than the slits which obstructs the window panels to open. Ha ha ha..... How peculiar."
Her grandma also chuckled and said, "Indeed. Not anyone can become a architecturer. One has to notice and point even the most ignorable thing."
They chatted until the food were gone from their plates.
At eight o'clock, Anning had already washed all t e dishes for the sake of convenience of her grandma to make lunch.
Her college timing was nine. So, she packed her bagpack , got ready ,and sat idly by bed to pass time till half past eight, then got up , took the packed bag and water bottle to set off for the college.
The college was not too far, nor too near, just walkable distance. After entering the big gate, she directly goes to her class, since always skips the assembly except for certain ocassions.
Her college was fairly big, acquiring six acres of land with three buildings and a big playground where regular assembly is held. But since the rainy season , the assembly is held in the assembly hall which was large enough to accommodate all of the students along with the professors in it.
The three buildings are each next to each other side by side in a row. The rightmost building was for the students for classes. The leftmost for higher students only and was also used for ocassions and festives. Clubs and discussion halls are also held here.
This arrangement was due to the ragging cases ( but still ragging happens , just hidden from the eyes of the professor).
The central building consists of three courtyard from outer to innermost.
The outer was for meetings between parents- teachers or teachers-teachers. The middle one for offices and personal chamber of professors, and innermost for rooms provided to the faculties.
The canteen was connected to the connected to the rightmost connected to the rightmost building where the faculties too eat their fills.
Anning as usual goes to the rightmost building. Upon entering someone's shout came ----- " Anning, here." It was her friend, Sizi.
Just by hearing that voice, Anning felt annoyed and wanted to ignore , but too late. She had already shown that she heard it by pausing in her steps.
Ruefully, she turns towards the voice only to find out that the so-called friend was already coming over her beaming.
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