Awkward Heartstrings (HEARTSTRINGS SERIES-1)

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" Aadya! , Aadya!"

"Ugh, Mom's calling me. It's 8 AM already?

Typical. I guess I'm just not cut out for waking up on my own. She's always worried about me being late, so she makes sure to wake me up early every morning.
I appreciate her concern, but sometimes I wish I could just sleep in. I'm not sure why I have such a hard time waking up, but it's definitely something I need to work on."

"First thing's first: chai! It's my morning elixir, the fuel that kickstarts my day. I can't imagine starting my day without that warm, comforting cup. While I'm perfectly capable of brewing a pot myself, there's something undeniably special about my mom's chai. It's more than just a beverage; it's a comforting ritual, a taste of home. I guess it's the love and care she infuses into every cup, a secret ingredient that elevates it to a whole new level."

"Dad's at it again, giving me the usual morning lecture. 'Aadya, you need to start waking up early. Why do you always need to be woken up? You need to establish a morning routine and help out around the house.'

I know he's just trying to help, but sometimes it feels like he doesn't understand. It's not that I don't want to wake up early; it's just that my body seems to have a mind of its own. I've tried setting alarms, but they never seem to work. I guess I'll just have to keep trying and hope that one day, I'll be able to wake up on my own."

"It's the same old routine, isn't it? 'Wake up early, Aadya! Why do you always need to be woken up?' It's like a broken record, playing on loop every morning. I know they mean well, but it can be a bit much sometimes. I try my best to be a good daughter, to help out around the house, and to do well in school. But it seems like there's always more that I could be doing, more that I should be doing.

I used to feel good about myself when I was helping out, but now I'm starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. It's like there's an endless list of expectations, and no matter how hard I try, I can never quite measure up. Maybe it's time to have a heart-to-heart with them and explain how I'm feeling. But for now, let's just focus on something else."

My day commences with a sacred ritual, my morning puja. It's a serene moment of reflection and gratitude, setting the stage for the rest of the day.

Following this, I either opt for a quick breakfast or a leisurely brunch, depending on my mood. I've been fortunate enough to learn the art of cooking from my incredibly talented mother. Her culinary skills are unparalleled, and her dishes are simply divine.

I doubt anyone could replicate the flavors and finesse she brings to every meal. Her influence has not only shaped my palate but also instilled in me a deep appreciation for the culinary arts.

"Mom asked, 'Hey Aadya, what do you think about dal and cauliflower for lunch?' I replied, 'Yeah, that sounds good, Ma. Maybe ask bro what he wants. You know how picky he can be about food!"

He's always throwing a tantrum over one thing or another, especially when it comes to food. I'm surprised he hasn't complained about the dal and cauliflower yet. But knowing him, he'll probably find something to complain about.

"While I can be particular about my food, I'm generally adaptable and can usually find something to eat, no matter what's on the table. Unless, of course, hunger takes over and my patience dwindles. My brother, however, is a different story. He's always craving something new and exciting, and he quickly tires of eating the same thing repeatedly. It's like his taste buds are always searching for the next culinary adventure. I guess some people are just wired to be more adventurous eaters than others."