Ch-12
In the morning, while on my (now routine) pilgrimage outside my ancestral house, i was thinking about my day ahead. I had boycotted the idea of making friends and there was a bright red danger signal from within my head whenever i thought of Amna. You know, i have no thought of ruining another day of mine simply crying or listening to all those tears. I shouldn't not be this rude with her but i am helpless. I need someone energetic, lively, enthusiastic........ Someone like my dad or my friends. I wanna enjoy. I can't keep blaming my mom for being shipwrecked in this mysterious island with people of different dialect and mind-set.... The sun was in its full party mood and my head was throbbing beyond control. I needed shade.... I needed rest.... I needed water.... The road was behaving like a finely polished mirror... reflecting all of the sunlight towards me.... My eyes were pleading to be shut and i felt my legs go weak beneath me..... The heat was driving me crazy and i felt like i was getting evaporated.... The hot dry wind blew against me and i was almost carried away.... I fell.... Kept on falling... falling... falling... When would i reach the ground?????..........