Laila, Laila, her mother called from the other chamber. She heard the sweet voice when the mascara was on her face. There are three more applications yet to happen, not completely to her liking, but rather a routine before work. She uses a brush to apply the eye shadow, blending it into the end line and further allowing the tint to melt in a small volume and svelte patches and eventually, she will be a seraph, a blessed messenger for certain. The corporation she joined has let go, senior individuals of late because the execution of their work is contracting. Naturally, who on earth does not realize that as warm-blooded animals get older, they turn lifeless, at work and elsewhere. The partnership then again does not want to get a handle on about those cogitative broodings which as per the board is only flaccid talk. They want to make as many buckaroos as possible and are the least worried about who will buy the farm in that process. Such a terrible culture for the ages. – to the detriment of the powerless and steadfast labourers. Presently Laila holds that her story is quite clogged. She isn’t hitched, she has a mother to care, who was a workroom accomplice before she resigned. Her dad has long back, quit away from her mom. People have seen him culling gallnuts close to the Eastern Province, which two countries guarantee as for their own, yet after that no news about him. Her sibling is in some development organization in the Western Province. He has sent her the current photo of him with his metal headgear also, a wooden scythe on his shoulder with all the customary eight sections -Toe, Chine, Beard, Heel, Tang, Ring, Snath, and Grips …..A cutting-edge tractor was additionally behind at a short separation conveying folks similar in look to her brother. ..Further, he was moving in a line of individuals, a thousand and more labourers to do the substantial hard employment. Out of sight, skyscrapers were touching the blue skies that will soon be loaded with all the cutting edge comforts of the world, even a swimming pool and a hanging garden, maybe like the one which was in Babylon. Who knows-It is an indurate job and he messages that he won’t get leave and on the off chance that he withdraws without authorization, he will lose that contract as well. Youngsters who have better vim and zip are holding up very behind. ‘Laila’, her mom called her once more-she must be directed to the powder room frequently at nighttime as she can’t do it all alone. When she is away for work, a young lady comes and helps. She is gentle and is fairly taller than her. She has not gone to school. She additionally has a mother and a sibling very much youthful to her who goes to class. Her mom was a charwoman in well-off houses. Her dad is no more. He went to a remote land for work, and that country was torn in internal issues and the leader of the government was usurped and there was much savagery and when everything was over, a couple of thousand individuals were missing, either dead or got away to some different terrains stealthily and her dad was likewise in that lineup of individuals who had such a prospect. She felt that the young lady’s story is much tantamount to her except the way that she, Laila was more educated. Her mom took uncommon care in her earliest stages to mould her. She could play the guitar and violin and console. She can talk English easily like an English lady and with a hot Manchester accent. She took French as the second subject and she has an essential conversance regarding that matter. She will soon learn Spanish in the coming jaunt since she needs to peruse Cervantes in original, the most innovative author, she had ever relished in life-She read a considerable measure about his life and it is as yet a puzzle how he lived. If there is one dream in her life, it is to see Cervantes-Suddenly she simpers at herself, how crazy her desire is- – Despite everything, she has all that sentimental likes of early youth, even after such travails and sways. Once she read a book titled ‘Passionate Imposter’ and it was half perused and kept on the table and her mom entered and saw the book and the title, and she didn’t comment anything, and Laila was relieved having been raised in that conventional air. However, later her mom told, possibly following a month or so at supper time-‘you should read serious books’, and she recollected that mother was thinking about that last episode of the imposter volume.- She figured she won’t marry till she purchases a decent house to her mom and a home and afford the cost of a home medical attendant since she was perplexed how after marriage, things will turn up, regardless of whether he will be a kind man or the reprobate you sometimes view in silver screens, a hard despot in the family- – then it will be a harrowing time for her mom. She thought for some minutes how to tackle these questions of life…
Suddenly it showered and all her awareness swung to the rain……At that minute, the rain was drenching the woods in rhythms. She is pretty fortunate to live in this country with abrupt cloudbursts – – Outside the transom, there were layers of hedges, fenugreek, fern and shamrock and the breeze hurled delicately over them. Her mother takes a few herbs frequently with lemon juice added to deliver a foamy relish eaten with a sop…..The wind also comes abruptly, however, more often than not, it is hot and halfway cloudy. There is a desert 200 kilometres away and the annual celebration is renowned all through the locales, particularly the flee market is a haven for hippies and voyagers and audacious folk. An old fortress of recorded esteem was closed as of late because a chap went to the highest spike when no sentry was around and hopped down and lost his life. What men do out of the gloom, Laila thought, yet here she is sculpting her strength to the maximum…In October, more clouds will bob up and they will ossify to ominous cast as you stay watching them, and it will be trailed by lightning and thunder- – Otherwise, it is a time comme il faut to drive in the evening to the Fort demesne with friends. The place had avenues of Black Oak[Quercus velutina], Chestnut Oak[Quercusmontana] and Northern Red Oak [Quercus rubra]… They later savoured refreshments in the café and the servers would grin at you deferentially and she discerned that she is flawless in appearance, and she now does some more cosmetics – she can even surpass any female in the tinsel and she discerned that several stars are not as wonderful as her after all, and at the inaugural coffee klatsch of the modern innovative drama, she met a hot on-screen personality and had espresso with her and she felt extremely sad for her physical make-up that even after so much contrived facelifts, she was not as appealing as Laila. A lot of her companions told that the nose of the actress which they saw in the present movie was due to a cosmetic surgery- Still, she doesn’t acknowledge entirely such things – There are sceptical individuals all over the place, some even esteem that envy is something to be thankful for as it paves the way for self-improvement, however, Laila has different views. She has less time for such negligible focuses. She has a great deal of drive and she sought to satisfy all of her dreams in this short however lovely life…- In this season she needed to take part in long and cumbersome voyages, and see loads of bucks and alcohol is in the scene… her immediate supervisor had as of late passed a final proposal on the appearances, there are such a large number of con calls… ‘Darling are you hearing’, her mom solicited again..Hers is a case from the sequela of a past head injury she endured in a climb, arterio-venous fistula, and the consecutive treatment, for that she took a transfer to this town where the best specialist in that branch lived. There was a progress in the case, the doctor told, indeed, a case for the expert, however her dear mama for Laila…..
The professional stated in the latest checkup that the survival odds in this is huge and she was very cheerful when a month ago she took the mother in the wheelchair, her kin sent and guided her to the court and they had some amusement, and that was very salutary. The entry to the clinic was brimming with white pines and white tower birches and she thought how the swinging of birches was once a world in imagination when she read Frost, but she saw someone doing it actually in life, a thing she contemplated frequently. A cargo camper was passing and gave out a lousy horn- – and out and facing them strolled a man with a wild swagger in his stride and they slowly entered the doctor’s facility premises to see the expert and it was his time of O.P. and at that instant, her mother requested for coffee and they both entered the canteen, and then a patient barfed and the stewards flushed up the basement and for a couple of minutes, the scene got chaotic. At last, the crisis staff came and settled the issue. The patient was evacuated to the emergency ward. He was just hanging by after a transplant – ……..The results of the blood tests will come soon. Now she thought of the leader of her work wing who has two secretaries, and they wear those exposed attires. Here, work is more an extension of seduction game, to some degree the vestiges of an enticement culture that was acquired from some apathetic kings of yore who gave severe punishments to their subjects while they cunningly freed themselves from that story. The history is repeating in another context, new sahibs are thinking of novel jargons, however, in the heart, it is the old story. The law of the animal kingdom, the strong feeding on the weak and sharing the supper with its folk. Laila had a mystery razor in her pouch which she carried while she set out to different countries for security purpose. In case she was put in irrepressible circumstances, the razor will help her and luckily, she had not used it so far. If the director misbehaves in the Singapore voyage she will employ it, she assured herself- – Now she muttered and all of a sudden a weakness wrapped her, no, she thought, she has so far stopped all that stuff and in her arsenal is that most covetous of weapons, courage, which nobody can take away and she will record her narrative against all odds…..
–[From a work of FICTION that is in progress]







This was the first season of the year and her stepfather appeared in his car, the new one .-Cadillac CTS, that he had bought when his operations in the second company he invested became quite fetching, even without his fusty predictions. But he was quite hesitant about matters with her studies and despite her mother’s plans to send her to the university, did not concede. On the other hand, he said– Far away, it would warp your character, a reason she found childish-. But more than often she had him off guard revealed his wild species of behaviour on a numerous of occasions: beating, knowing very well that she had passed the whipping phase, at the most, the crack, which can not be very right if you think she was pretty smart and a paradigm of conduct and past eighteen. ..her father surrogate, came into his life, late, a sledder and fifty past and an arbiter now in seasons and is leveraging in risky enterprises and having more time in this late-season for golf and also the altruistic things that he did for show, but in any position, not real– Of course, in his case charity did not start at home. He was an avid participant in ad blitz meetings and the night before he would be rehearsing the dithyramb, sometimes used a tarboosh on his head to make him stand out from the masses. Also about the baldness that is invading his top recently. But his friend said- alopecia is a trivial quandary, in case you have two working kidneys and that is more than a treasure- and he cachinnated sardonically- furthermore some lady at the corner may fall for a bald blade though he is slightly far away from that era.- in the realm of love and courtship, preferences vary from people to people- there is no textbook rhythm for love- and his friend apprised him on such matters– these were great elaborations and that day they parted after a pleasant quaff– a new arrival from China–, that the bartender proudly presented his customers ————-Your old photographs are a great contrast to your present-day style. He, in the last year, campaigned for the candidate who won, making him fit in the next cycle after those parlour games– This will undoubtedly reserve his seat, he conceived in the next cabinet, still, he will show what he can achieve there and taking into account his lack of education, many deeply doubted. His opponents knew him better, a pretender and a dastard to the bilge, and during campaigns, he used the native attire, to make the public feel out that he is one among them, but in real life far from that……Anne knew his more personal fronts when her mummy was away and he was very hard with her and then she sensed another woman’s mug shot with him in a yielding pose, and then a volcano burst out in the clan and the fumes were liquidated only after a few seasons…This made him a staunch opponent of her, and the little attention he showed her at the beginning was limited after this episode of mutual explosions…………Anne did not pardon him for getting her mother away, nor was she prepared to apologize for her actions. This made her a visitor not invited in her household and her, as such, till the matters worsened, was very nervy in resisting him, but afterwards, the events said that his will was more sinewy than hers and she lost in this clash of wills in any way.Besides her mother after the death of her papa was lonely and wanted to have an emotional sense of security in her threshold. This was, you may deem a mother’s right, if you think a bit, at least a few seconds in your busy groove, how far she had expended her energy and time with a share of nervous strains and bugaboo that attended it, to land her up to such a stature……
The university was her only hope in these tough times and never wanted to visit the house neither in mass nor at Christmas. She had good friends in the second and last year, and later during house surgeoncy, practically all of her close friends were older. But her teammate in the basketball tournaments, who was in her party at another school, often visited her room and with her, she went to multiplexes to watch movies. The fantastic celluloid world made her occupied for some years and, during this era, she forgot her own story and, although she carefully watched the apparels and accessories of female characters in these cinemas, sometimes she was bitter and jealous of some of them. She forgot that heroes or heroines we adore just because they are there.See, on second thoughts, their destiny is not distinct from us- the same pressure, stresses, work, anticipation, and all, even some of the illnesses for which we are under the medics. In the second year, he had a short-lived relationship and was interrupted for some reason, perhaps this man was not happy with her, and then her whole company became women. During her Easter vacation, when she arrived from the city, her stepfather bought a car for her but was surprised that for a moment she liked to think of him as a good man. But then he said that too many personages in the line, even when he was present, that he bought a car for her and she despised these self-indulgent conversations. Maybe some people learn the basic lessons in life too late and maybe some will never learn at all …
Anne was not particularly happy in her old school. Because she came from a different environment than others, because her father J. was a diplomat to this capital, where he took his last breath. When his father lived, the house was full of guests, and his father was an exceptional donor to the church and other charitable institutions and he did it from the heart. He did not turn this into a spectacle, nor did his left hand what his right hand did. This sometimes provoked some argument in the family, during meals because her mother wanted to save more money for her family, save this for Anne her for a decent marriage, but her father was not too keen in these discussions and told Anne that one should be at heart dead to this world to look for another. Anna ignored these talks completely. But these arguments did not lead to any fight, because the father would never put the mummy in a situation where she would be found guilty and would not leave for a position where no love was found. According to him, arguments did not produce anything, and only as Hamlet says, words, words, words– But he died in one of his trips, and it was an automobile accident and the reasons for his death have not yet been publicly confirmed and has been a great story for journalists what was the exact cause of death……..But Anna thought very well that it was an accident, because there are events of life, something good and some other thing bad, and it can only be found by a few, a saint or a man with a sharp mind or prophetic faculties, but Anne or her mother did not belong to this holy company.—-
After her father’s death, her mother lived a few years alone and partly depressed, almost three or four years, and was her younger uncle became the caretaker of assets, who was not very honest about accounts and gave incorrect information about their agrarian resources. He sold some of his shophouse goods without their consent and made a farm and a menagerie. I feel that a menagerie is a good investment for old gentlefolk who are otherwise free, for it gives a lot of insight into our present human state on earth- what is the exact magnitude of our lives– for a long period in year, the mother and daughter of churches and monuments through Palencia and Athens. .. Great Palencia in northern Spain. Start from the eleventh century, San Miguel Church has a Romanesque apse and Gothic facade with Gothic exterior and Renaissance altarpiece with paintings by Juan de Flandes. Cristo del Otero is a large post-cubist representation of Christ by Victorio Macho, who is buried in the chapel underneath. The Museo de Palencia has Paleolithic artefacts, Roman mosaics including sacred art…….Her mother was particularly linked to churches, a great fan, and musicians who were associated with the litanies, and had contact with some European authors. ..In all the tours her heart and eyes were riveted upon sacred monument or Gothic shapes.It was a good time. She always carried a long staff with a silver head, which she kept like a shoulder arm and encased it in a thick beast hide and the journeys, the thing evoked much curiosity and suspicion…..This transport was organized by a local company that had links to the hotels and guided centres abroad. It was a good time for learning…….
…..It was the second term of the holidays, there were many trees bloomed in the park and some were deported due to a sudden change in the climate, a volcanic eruption that happened fifty-five miles away but with minor hards to life. the government had predicted it and had removed the households, Anne decided to go to the city by acquiring new projects for the medical company. She would like to continue the art course, go to Art Gallery and travel near Metro Gateway where she would like to take lunch almost every day with her uncle’s son who was also a doctor and like she studied at a single distinguished school… This was a new chain of metro work with the underground railway station to ease the trouble of the metropolis at peak hours. The chief planner was, in fact, three years senior to her in the same missionary school with commonwealth red bricks and the chap’s profile when she read in the newspapers, she was quite amazed, as he was the school leader of her time and both of them had taken part in the rhetoric competitions in the nearby school, going in a batch led by the class teacher, and if her memory is sure, once he bought her an auricomous ice cream which was rare in those eras. Now she and he are following different routes of fate and whose stock is better or worse can only be known towards the end and still, it is a great enigma for the human mind to unravel. –She wanted to go to Northern sides of the country and work with the village folk for a while giving free medical aid and leave everything again and return to the metropolis.She loved the city and it was there in all her dreams. But the city was not expressly comfortable and there was a lot of interruption on the roads. Her routine in these seasons is precise. In the summer months, she used to work as a specialist in the sanitarium and the rainy season she was chained to the laboratory of the establishment and in the spring and other seasons she was in the O.P. and the Casualty. The position as the laboratory researcher, she hoped will grow up in time and she will have her contributions, especially in the area of carcinoma, that took away many of her loved loves abruptly. For many years her colleagues went to foreign lands to make money, but she wanted to stay in the country and look at the territory and enjoy the gossips and see the volcanoes and the ocean and see the old folks in the Southern Room which were a private house built solely for her by her father when he was living, that housed her library, stereo, Chopin, and Mozart, and her old diaries, where except for her uncle’s son and her sister who had auburn hair, nobody was permitted to enter, her small heaven in this busy world…
——[From a work of fiction in progress]