Heirs of History - Chapter One

The day was beginning. The dim sunlight filtered through the curtains into Sabrina's room. Her space was filled with books, notebooks, and a small potted plant near the window. She always saw life through the lens of poetry, trying to capture its essence in words. Standing by the window, gazing outside, she softly murmured:

"This hazy light, this silence, as if time has paused, as if these moments want to whisper something. This air, these trees, these birds… all silent, yet nature’s poetry is speaking."

Suddenly, her mother’s voice called from downstairs. Sabrina’s mother, a cheerful lawyer, was in the kitchen making breakfast. The clinking of her bangles accompanied the spatula in her hand as she hummed a tune.

“Sabrina! Come for breakfast, hurry up. I’ve made your favorite parathas, fresh and hot!”
The aroma of parathas had already reached Sabrina’s room, but she was lost in her world.

Her mother stepped out of the kitchen and called again, this time with playful sarcasm, “If your poetry is over, come down. The paratha has a story to tell too!”

Sabrina smiled and said, “Mom, you can be poetic at times too.”

Meanwhile, Alyan, in her room, was fixing her lipstick in front of the mirror. Always cheerful and witty, she picked up her phone and called Sabrina. As the call connected, she teased,
“Sabrina! Are your poetic birds still flying, or should I come and bring them down with a joke?”

Sabrina, still standing by the window, replied with a smile, “Alyan, can’t you be serious for once?”

Alyan laughed and said, “Seriousness and Alyan? Do you think I can survive in this boring world without my humor?”

Meanwhile, Alyan’s father, a doctor known for his brevity, was sitting at the breakfast table reading the newspaper. Alyan put down the phone, walked over to him, grabbed a paratha, and said,
“Dad, I’m meeting Fred today. Any advice for taking a break from clinic work?”

Her father sipped his tea, looked up, and said, “Always use time to learn something. Talk about creative ideas instead of jokes with Fred.”

Alyan laughed, “Dad, your words are always straightforward and short, but you’re the one who fills my life with balance!”

On the other hand, their classmate Sanan, always philosophical, was lost in his books. Sitting on an old chair with a heavy philosophy book on the table before him, a cup of coffee beside it, he was deep in thought.

“Life is an ocean,” he said to himself. “We are all like boats, sometimes moving with the wind, sometimes against the storm.”

Sanan’s phone rang. He set the book aside and answered. On the other end was Alyan, ready to tease him with her humor.

“Sanan, has your philosophical boat reached the shore, or is it still rocking in the storm?”

Sanan calmly replied, “Alyan, you must understand that it’s the storm that makes the boat stronger.”

Alyan laughed, “Alright, alright, save your philosophical lectures. I was just joking!”

The day was filled with different pursuits for Sabrina, Alyan, and Sanan. Their thoughts and worlds were vastly different, yet their stories were slowly intertwining. Everything seemed normal for now, but the winds of change were about to blow through their lives.