Chapter 4♡☆ buried herself in thoughts
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I focused my attention on the textbook in front of me, determined to absorb the information and prepare for the upcoming quiz. The room was quiet, with only the faint sound of my pen scratching against the paper as I took notes.
As I delved into my studies, my mind occasionally wandered back to my time with Rahul earlier in the day. It was hard to concentrate completely with thoughts of him dancing at the edges of my consciousness. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing at that moment, and if he was thinking of me too.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I redirected my focus back to my studying. I knew I needed to give my full attention to my education, even with the excitement of a new connection blossoming in my life.
Hours passed by as I poured over my notes, trying to absorb as much information as possible. Finally, feeling satisfied with my efforts, I closed my book and stretched my tired muscles. It was time to rest and recharge for the challenges that tomorrow would bring.
With a contented sigh, I crawled into bed, ready to drift off into a peaceful sleep. The events of the day and the anticipation of what the future held for me and Rahul filled my thoughts as I slowly succumbed to slumber again.
My poem with Dad's fabulous melodies POV :
knock, knock! Wake up my little pie.
what time is it, Dad?
it's 7 O'clock, darling, the dinner is ready. Guess who did make it?
of course my Mom! I erupted with a laugh.
Um, do u think your mom can only make food!? frowned his eyebrow.
nope, my LOVELY Dad can make it either I guess. I said with a subtle smile.
emphatically, that's me, Haha, I've made a luscious one, you will have a finger-licking! smirked. No doubt, daddy.
Alright, hurry up
and wear your clothes. I went to the dining room, Danie and Kathio came with nice dishes in their hands.
Dad, you didn't reveal your talents! Danie smirked.
What do you think you would your Mom would marry me if I wasn't good at making food? laughed.
we all laughed and enjoyed our dinner.
as we are done with dinner let's divide chores, my dad declared. boys you are for doing dishes. Sanjo you for cleaning the kitchen and I'll clean the dining room. Then we will go to another task. haha. what's it, Dad? You and me going to compose a poem and I'll work on rhythms. concur?! Sure dad.
That's my sweet pie.
what about us, ain't we your sweet pies too? rolled his eyes then winked.
you are both my sweet tooth. Hahah.
dang, hilarious you!
We all gathered in the living room,
With instruments in hand, ready to bloom,
Dad strummed his guitar with gentle grace,
As we joined in, creating a harmonious space.
The melodies flowed like a gentle breeze,
Filling the room with a sense of ease,
Each note and chord spoke of love and joy,
As Dad's talent shone bright, never to annoy.
His fingers danced across the strings,
Creating tunes that made our hearts sing,
We laughed and sang, filled with delight,
In this moment, everything felt just right.
The rhythm pulsed through our veins,
As we improvised, breaking free from chains,
Together we created a symphony of sound,
In that moment, pure bliss was found.
The night wore on, the music soared high,
In our hearts, these memories will never die,
With each strum and each word we sang,
A stronger bond between us all sprang.
As the night drew to a close, we knew,
This was a moment we would forever treasure,
A poem composed with Dad's fabulous melodies, and daughter's creativity.
A melody that will bring us joy and pleasure.
Yoohhhoo, time to burst the bubbles and evoke into the lines of my poem! Sanjay exclaimed with flying colours.
sure, go ahead, My sweet pie! Dad was so exuberant.
In beauty's realm, two sparkling gems reside,
Eyes that radiate with grace, nothing can hide,
Enchanting orbs, like stars in midnight skies,
They hold the power to mesmerize.
A gentle gaze, captivating and sincere,
They speak of love, no need for words to steer,
A glance that ignites hearts, aflame with desire,
Cata's beauty eyes, a passionate fire.
And within those depths, secrets do abound,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, profound,
A window to the soul, they bask in light,
Revealing a world that's endlessly bright.
In those bewitching eyes, I find solace,
A sanctuary where dreams find their place,
Cata's beauty eyes, a lustrous prize,
A masterpiece crafted by love's sweet ties.
- Writer
