It was sunset and Anna had just finished her evening bath. She had changed into her nightgown and was now seated before her dressing mirror, brushing her hair. Her best-friend Miel was still with her, the girl reached for the brush in Anna’s hand and took over with brushing her best-friend’s hair. Miel enjoyed the soft-feel of the hair in her hand, dark like ebony, it shone in the golden dull light of dusk. It smelt of fresh petals and Miel didn’t relent in filling her nostrils with the heavenly scent. And then she broke the silence that encompassed the room with a gasp, but beyond the room through the open windows, the noise of churning birds, of calling crickets and different other insects pierced the atmosphere.
Miel gasped again at the thought that had left her in awe for the past few
