FF Games of Destiny

It was a bright warm summer day. The sun rays beamed through every large window of the Singania Mansion. The birds sang a song as the crickets chirped away. It was a normal summer morning. Kushali and some workers were cooking breakfast in the kitchen as Daman read his favorite news paper, Calcutta News, on the living room sofa. Kushali walked into the living room to call her husband a daughter for breakfast. She looked around to notice that her daughter was nowhere to be found.

"Daman, where is she?" She furiously questioned her husband.

Daman continued to read the news as he answered back in a mono tone. "Probably where she always is. In her room, making it dirt once again."

That was not the answer Kushali was looking for. She rolled her chocolate brown eyes and made her way up the stairs. the end of her black and green checkered saree flew a few inches off the ground behind her. As she reaches the top floor she made her way to her daughters room. She barged in without knocking on her door.

"Dyuti! Look at this mess! You made yourself and your room so dirty!"

Dyuti, sitting on the floor while a wheel spun and her soft hands shaped the clay, turned to look at her mother with her lively, bright nut brown eyes.

"Mom, you know I will clean up. I always clean the room."

"And what about your clothes?" She pointed to her I just bought those for you last week and you already got dirt all over it."

Dyuti slowed down the wheel, put the pot that she shaped beside the others she had already done, and went to her mother.

"Mom, I promise, I'll take all the stains off." Her mother didn't seem very impressed so she tried to change the topic. She sniffed the air and smiled. "Mom, did you make aloo parontai?"

"Yeah, but it seems like your dad will finish it by the time you clean up."

"You watch me. If I'm not down in 7 min, then my name isn't Dyuti Singania!"

Kushali pulled Dyuti's left ear hard.

"Really?"

"Owe mom! It hurts!" She said it while they were both laughing. Her mother let go of her ear and walked out of the door.

Dyuti started to pick up her extra clay, water bucket and clay wheel and cleaned them quite quickly. She picked up all her dry, painted pots and put them on the side near her door and moved the wet ones near her window to dry. She cleaned up everything and changed her clothes and put the dirty ones into the laundry basket, so she could clean them later. In six minutes she was done and made her way to the dining table where her mother and father both waited for her.

Her father checked his watch and looked at her with an amused facial expression." One minute early Miss. Dyuti. Good job"

"Why thank you dad." She smiled and sat down at the table to eat some breakfast. The worker served them and was about to walk away when Dyuti stopped them. "Listen! Call all the other workers and tell them to eat some breakfast as well."

The worker seemed a bit shocked. "Ma'am we never eat before a master doesn't." She smiled.

"I'm no master to you, just a friend. So now listen to your friend and eat." The worker nodded and happily walked away to call the others to eat as well. Kushali was not happy with Dyuti.

"Dyuti, they are not your friends. They are lower than you. You can just do that."

"Mom, they are humans as well. They work so hard and they deserve to be treated well."

Daman interrupted their conversation. "Dyuti is right Kushali. It's not like she committed a crime or did something wrong. She just made their day a good one."

"YAY! Thanks for taking my side daddy!" She smiled brightly and gave a high five to her dad.

"You two will drive you crazy one day!"

Both Dyuti and her father looked at each other, smiled, looked at Kushali and responded together.

"We love you too!"

They all laughed out loud and continued to enjoy their breakfast. The silence was broken by a phone call.

"I'll get it." Dyuti got up and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

The person on the other line cleared their throat and picked replied. "Good morning Dyuti, it's Taani."

"Oh! Good morning Taani, I'm fine, and how are you?"

"I'm great. I was just calling to ask, are we still going today?"

"Yeah, I'm just eating my breakfast. Come over soon, so we can go."

"Alight I'll be there in 20 minutes. See you soon."

"Perfect! Bye."

She hung the phone and walked back to the dining table. She sat down and resumed on eating her breakfast. "Who called?" Her father continue to enjoy his meal while her mother curiously asked her daughter.

"It was Taani."

"What did she say?"

"She was just asking if we are still going."

"Going where?"

"Mom you know where I go every Tuesdays. To the bazaar."

"And Dyuti, you know I ask every week hoping you would have another answer."

"I am not going to stop what I do. It's not like it's a bad thing."

"You're wasting your time and stupid things tha-"

Dyuti cut off her mother, "Helping someone is not stupid." Whenever someone would say the things she is doing is bad, her anger would rise. If she wanted to help another, she was not going to stop, no matter what the world said to her. Every Tuesday, Taani and Dyuti would go to the bazaar to sell the pots she would make. The money she would make, would go to help others who can't afford to get food on the table every day. She lived in a wealthy family and she believes that if she can afford food every day, than why can't everyone else.

*Ding Dong*

"That must be Taani. I have to go. Enjoy your breakfast." Without giving a chance for anyone to argue with her, she ran up the stairs to her room. She grabbed some pots and brought them down to the door. She opened the door and passed some pots to Taani. Taani turned and put them in the car while a worker followed her with more pots in his hands. They placed them in the car safely and sat inside. The driver started the car and began to drive them to the Bazaar.