| 'Time' Series |
| Time#1 : Book One of The 'Secrets Duology' |
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The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma.
That's what Hinduja Rao always thought.
But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else aro...
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Word Count : 3200
Target : 120 Votes
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55 | Coffee, Tea & Petrichor
| 18th May 2023 |
| 1155 Hours |
Sliding the cursor across the screen, Hinduja clicked on the green-colored arrow.
A single tick appeared instantly on the text message that contained a meeting link, and within the next moment, the colorless single tick transformed into blue-colored double ticks.
Sister Beatrice was online, as it appeared to her.
She looked out of her car window at the dark and gloomy sky. She was sitting inside her Scorpion in the parking lot.
Quickly minimizing the text message window, she maximized the meeting window, and the screen changed from a dark black interface into something else—almost as if displaying the interiors of an old building, although very tidy.
She determined that the screen of the device used on the other end was tilted a little upwards, because she could see the sloping roof of the building, made with red clay tiles. Directly in front of her on the screen was a chair, and behind the chair was a chest of cabinets aligned to a whitewashed wall.
Suddenly, she felt the image getting tilted downwards, obstructing the view of the sloping roof, as an elderly woman dressed in a traditional white tunic and scapular came in front of the screen, settling down in the chair. Her hair was covered with a white coif followed up with a black veil. Around her neck she wore a chain, with a cross attached to the chain, dangling below her diaphragm. A few wrinkles were sprinkled around her eyes and the corners of her mouth while her rimless glasses shined due to the light falling on them from the device placed on the table in front of her.
"Sister Beatrice? Is that you?" Hinduja hesitantly voiced out.
Through the laptop screen, she saw the older lady tilting her head in a gentle nod with a benign smile visible on her face.
