a terrible painter, a dreamer, a rebel , a feminist and a self certified bisexual Witch. Who is always trying to visualize whats on the other side of the canvas she paints,just another human- Living alive Life. Now also a green tea addict.

Thursday, 27 June 2013

way back

Tonight I leave for home, sadly my laptop stays behind as my twisted fate has her way always. Off course I wont ever decline that I am Technologically Handicapped, but the Techno-God has some special problem with me. No matter how well and fine gadget I buy, they always end up giving me trouble. My cell-phones, my laptop, my hard-disk, my digital camera everything has given me heart attacks once in a while. This time its my laptop, now only gadgets that are normal- my camera, pen-drive, hard-disk, cell-phone and my portable-music-player. Lets hope they remain in good health. Since my laptop has an extended vacation my plans for blog are postponed, and I will schedule some blog-posts for the month of July. 

This time my stay was short, a ten day trip, but I enjoyed myself as usual. I was not over fed this time, but as soon as I reach home, I have to get back to my dieting. Since this July I finally turn 20, yes finally goodbye teens so need to look youthful and young. When I was boarding train, my yellow page besty was worried about a girl taking a train ride alone. They prefer flight always, but we are Bongs so a journey never feels journey without the momentum of train rides. So here I am all packed with bundle of books packed and loads of cat food for my Goldie and ready to board  train again. 

Firstly, this time I spent my girls day out with my dearest cousin sister. I went alone in metro and met her, with her I roamed down college street, buying books for fifth semester, yet out of 32 prescribed texts we managed only 9 books. College street did not disappoint me this time. We did the stupidest thing, we went to the famous Coffee House, yes The Coffee House, instead of eating its famous fish cutlets and coffee, we ate chowmin and chinese salad. That was not my choice but my sisters. There we were joined by her friends by twist of fate. So they accompanied us and for first time the Anti-social me spoke to strangers. First time I enjoyed the great Bong word "Adda". Yes talking sweet nothings about life, food, books, clothes everything as well as nothing. So time really went by and it was fun talking to strangers and making strangers talk to me. But those two, really liked my accent, which I never try to highlight, Yes I know I don't have the bengali tone when I speak Bangla, but these people treated me as if I was some US return kid. They kept asking me to talk and talk. It was weird but they found it funny.  So I enjoyed very much with my cousin sister.

Secondly, I wore my great sister's old contact lens, just to watch 3d movie. Yes everyone can guess it.. Man Of Steel made me wear contact lens. I told before, watching 3d movie is painful when you have to wear 3d glasses over regular specs. The greedy me actually wore a new blouse which was suppose to be worn on my birthday. Man of Steel is the best movie of all the superman movies. Not the ultimate Superman fan, as you know my heart lies in Bat Cave. But this this movie gave a proper base to Superman. The animation from a general audiences view is awesome, the story even better, woman character is good enough. Off course I have problem with the costume since every one saw the suit. I really want the red briefs back on him, That makes him Superman. The movie was worth every second, now I am dying for the sequels. After that we went to awesome Masika and tasted worlds best Afghani food, and we drank Vodka. Not me I just got sips from my sisters and brother in laws glass. Due to my underage problem, yet Vodka is awesome. 

Thirdly, I got tempted again, ended up spending my pocket money on buying stationary- Stick pads, colour pens, canvas etc. Well in my small city we don't good stationary shops. So the fingers got tempted, and I use stick pads to draw, weird I know. Books yes bought many, mainly classics. Got almost killed by my brother in law because I bought Paulo Coelho's new book without discount, where as flipkart was giving it at unbelievable price. But nothing to justify my devotion to the man who made me love books. So no regrets from my side of the story. 

Hopefully my laptop comes to me by the end of July or else I will go bonkers. Eagerly waiting for the Finale of Ravanayan, might review it in blog too. I am planing to publish my will in blog, incase future demands it. I am wanting to start Witchiction too, I have so many plans and my net and laptop conspire to stage mutiny. Now that's called Irony of Life. 

So here I say bye, yes I wanted to pen more about my trip, but there's no point in rambling about things you heard before.

P.S- I am Restless, yes I am becoming the Tameless Tempest. 

thanking you to bear with me


Tuesday, 18 June 2013

death ride

My exam is over, I am back at my sister's and brother-in-laws home in City of Joy. This time its Man of Steel which bought me here. Yes will watch Superman the first Superhero of comics world, the most popular hero. So Man of Steel it is. Since I am sitting here ideal and remembering my last visit in city of joy. Now we are going to have little flash back story about the death ride I was forced to endure or as my sister would put it "break your Jinx".

Last December, my great sister, brother in law , his sister and my sisters doctor friend included me to their adventure group. Kolkata has a popular amusement park called Nicco Park. My brave heart sister had her share of fun when she was six. She enjoyed to the fullest, my mom could not enjoy the rides as she was having me inside.  This place is the reason I could never enjoy rides as the fear of rides was transmitted into me while in womb. So there I was in Nicco park for first time but virtually second time. The fear I felt in womb had grasped me again. I could sense something with was up with the infamous innocent smile of my dearest sister. First my sister fell from the miniature Eiffle Tower.  Secondly we enjoyed the 7d Dracula house and we wasted our brother in laws money in the oceanica park, which had nothing but aquariums. After an over extended photography session, over the bridge we saw bundle of human being shouting and yelling at top of their voice and going up and down like a snake hunting its prey. So we (my heart and my imaginary friends in my head) became afraid something was to befall us. So next moment I was being pulled by the doctor friend and my brother in law. Within moments we were in a long queue of young adults like brother in laws sister and me. So the group of five were soon near the machine monster called "ROLLAR COASTER". Doctor wanted to sit with me so that they could enjoy teasing me later. But I chose the most responsible person to sit with me- my brother in law. With in seconds a loud groan begun and my five senses joined my sixth sense in parallel universe. All I could ever wonder was why the people around me were so happy to try adventure sports. If my yellow page besty had his way he would pick me up and pack me in a sack and throw me in deep sea to tell me whats  real adventure sports.  Alas rollar coaster is enough to make me dizzy.  When the vehicle started to move , I could fine my heart in my mouth. I wished I fainted then and there. But fate had her way to humiliate my fragile heart.  I did not faint but as soon as the vehicle ran to reach the top, my eyes became blank. I was already without Spectacle so the vision was blur. So when the fall begun I started to scream.  Suddenly my inside felt empty and I was being pulled downwards. It gives  a feeling of extreme fear. How do people enjoy it, I yet have to discover. With every upward trust I could hear the devil laughing behind me in my sisters disguise. The alter ego in her took over her and she started to count how many turns were left. What I hate is why did God make me so coward when it comes to socializing with people and adventure sports? So with every turn my fear did not reduce but grew.  I could see the top most view of the park but next pulse I was freaking out. If I could ever find out who invented rollar coaster rides I would tie them upside down at the edge of ride and set the vehicle on broken tracks. After the ride got over the doctor started his teasing but was shut up by my blunt rude tongue.  I was shaky and shivering like those actors in horror movies. My sister might think she broke my jinx after so many years,  but no it did not,  the fear is engraved in my heart forever. So the jinx stays.

If I am forced to have death rides again, I shall sue the people in this crime. Somethings are not meant for me, rides are one of them. I love to be free, I love my hair taking flights, but not in a free fall.

P.S- if anyone intends to take me on death ride. I shall not go...

Thanking you to bear with me

Thursday, 13 June 2013

Fanfic- Love Hiroki.

{I dont own Junjou Romantica., its created by the awesome Shungiku Nakamura. But I wish I owned them, then Nowaki would Have Been Mine.}


( Hiroki is an assistant professor in M university, he is 32 and lives with his boyfriend Nowaki who is 28 and a resident doctor. In the real story they are called the egoist couple. In story  Nowaki had gone to  USA to study when he was 24 and Hiroki was sad, so we have that past haunting him here. Hiroki is very shy, hence  he is always afraid of being dumped, but Nowaki loves him too much)

“Hiro-San!, Hiro-San!” Nowaki broke in to the small apartment.
“Welcome back Brat”
Nowaki looked around to find his beloved Hiro-san buried deep inside the book. It had been ten years they wear together. Hiroki was fuming over the novel he was reading, as if something disturbed him. Demon Kamijou was giving his infamous frown which froze Nowaki. Hiroki looked up, with eyes which were shouting out loud to Nowaki for a bear hug. Within moments the Giant was holding his precious in his arms.
“Hiro-san… what’s wrong? You look tired angry and sad?”
“Is it the book you wear reading, does it have a sad ending?"
Nowaki knew, Hiroki loved happy endings, no matter how much he tried to show his intellectual blend. Hiroki always bought those light hearted novels and read them between his books and sold them before anybody could find out. Whenever a happy ending took place Nowaki’s Hiro-san was in better mood for the day. Today was not that day for Nowaki.
“Akihiko, he wrote this novel, when he gave me the manuscript he did not let me see the last three chapters” a sad Hiroki gulped his words down.
“He, wrote about this couple who were separated during war and reunite after thirty years, yet in the end they could not live with each other.”
“Why??” Nowaki asked.”
“They are claimed by death, they spent only three days together and the man dies next day the woman follows him after a week dreaming about him. They both die smiling, yet its tragic, but happy ending.”
“Why Nowaki, they could not live longer, spend their time together ? Why were they so happy in death?”
Nowaki had never thought his Hiro-san was moved so much by novels. He knew the separation between the characters was reminding Hiroki of the one year he was in America. So Hiroki was thinking what would have happened had they lost communication and met years later to die moments later. Nowaki tightened his grip and engulfed Hiroki into his warm embrace.
“Hiro-San” whispered Nowaki
“You are still thinking about the year I was away from you”
A blush grew on the face of the Older Man, he frowned not in anger but at the thought of loosing Nowaki. He loved this brat and did not want to live without him. His pride kept him from speaking his original feelings. Every time  Nowaki spoke Hiro-san, Hiroki felt a sense of security and love. His heart pounded whenever the giant wrung his fingers in his hair. The blue eyes were always honest and caring, always showing love to him. Hiroki  feared, if Nowaki ever left him, the reason will be Hiroki’s. Hiroki failed to communicate his feelings. He tried to be open, but his pride pulled him. He wanted to be in the embrace of the younger man. He wanted his forever together, but he could not channel his words. Sometimes he wished he was more assertive like Miyagi’s boy toy as well more caring like Akihiko’s object of affection. He was not young like the rest, he was not assertive and he lacked the caring sense. All this made him fearful, that one day he will have no time to love Nowaki.
“I … I fear that my lack of gesture in our relation will drive you away”
“Miyagi’s boy always shows his concern and Akihiko’s lover is always caring for his well being. They are young and show their love and I feel my lack of communication is going end our relation. I want to be more involved in our, yours life, but I fail every time.”
“Sorry Nowaki”…..
“Hiro-san! I love you”  said Nowaki pulling Hiroki to the crook of his neck.
“But, what if that is not enough?” Hiroki mubbled…
“Look at me, Hiro-san, That is Enough!.... I love you ”  “When I first saw you, I knew you were the one. The most beautiful person I have ever seen. Your crying face evoked love in me, but a fear grew too, that you were sad and in pain. I wanted to erase that pain from your life, but what if I failed. When I pulled you to share beer with the sponsors, I knew you were shy. I knew all this, I loved you more.  When I kissed the sleeping beauty Hiro-san, I wanted to care for you. When I pulled you away from Akihiko’s conversation, I wanted you only for me. To protect, care and to Love, only you Hiro-san.”
Before Hiroki could utter more words, Nowaki’s lips were tracing his. The warm, soft lips were assuring Hiroki that it was real, his lover was real, his giant was holding him. Breaking away from the kiss Nowaki uttered.
“Hiro-san, you may be older than other lovers and me, but for me you are my precious one, my only love. You are special and no one will ever replace you.”
“I had no family, only the children of orphanage as my friends, no one adopted me. But you let me in your life. You were the one who guided me to my ambition. I wanted to become social worker, because I wanted to help the people like me. But you provided me the hope to be a doctor. I had seen how concerned you became when the child in train became sick, how your showed fear whenever you saw an ambulance. I knew you wanted to protect people, hence I decided to become one”
Hiroki never knew what drived Nowaki to become a doctor. He knew it was Nowaki’s desire to protect everyone and care for the distressed, he never realized it he himself who made his giant follow this path. Today in Hiroki’s eyes, Nowaki grew more, the respect he had for him had reached its ultimate point. He always felt proud on how Nowaki was a self made man, how caring and sacrificing he was, but today his Nowaki was more than just a self made man, he was a true humanitarian. He pulled the giant back to his embrace, slowly tears started to wet his cheeks and Nowaki’s coat.
Nowaki pulling Hiroki’s face, rubbed off his tears, and kissed the lips which wanted to speak something. He deepened his kiss, exploring inside, Hiroki clenching his hands to his hair and shoulder and his legs coiling around Nowaki’s waist. Slowly Hiroki pulled away, with deep sigh and deeper blush.
“I love you Nowaki” Hiroki murmured, the older man had to keep his voice firm to utter the words.
Next moment he was back in Nowaki’s embrace, this time he did not resist but let the warmth from Nowaki comfort him. After a while both man spoke together.
“I have something for you.” In unision….
“Hiro-san you first”
“But Nowaki, you have something exciting, you entered with something and I ruined it” Before Hiroki   could utter more, his lips wear sealed with a chaste kiss.
“Hiro-San please you tell first”
“mmm Okay, well our parents know technically about us, my Mom already calls you my husband and all. My father has met you and speaks well of you, Akihiko and Miyagi both my friends say I got a trophy boyfriend and they think we are perfect. So our annual family get together is being held at end of this month. So I thought it’s time for both my parents’ family and relatives to meet you. I have hidden you a lot, so its time I show off. It’s upon you if you want to go or not” Hiroki said all this without break and handed over the tickets to their home town.
“Hiro-San yes! I would Love to meet your family” “I Love you Hiro-san”
“Nowaki it your turn.”
“Yes, Hiro-san, well since it’s already ten years, normal couple don’t last that long this days. It’s not legalized, (Hiroki’s Eyes Widened) don’t worry it’s not that I am forcing you. It’s not the biggest step, but its big step itself. (Nowaki Pulls out a box from his back pocket) Hmmm Hiro-san, I won’t ask you to marry me until you are assured about us, but will you become fiancĂ© and when you think you are ready we will get married. I want us to wear the rings, so that no one thinks you are single.”
“yes, Nowaki, I would become your fiancĂ© and eventually your husband” …. “I am assured you are the one, it’s an honour to be loved by you brat.”
Nowaki broke into a huge grin and hugged Hiroki to never let you go…
“Thank you Hiro-San”
“Say Nowaki, how do you think, if we put on the rings before of our family members?”
“Our family members!!! Hiro-San it sounds great, do you mind if invite few people to our engagement party.”
“No.” Hiroki groaned…
“But Hiro-san, you suggested it, so why not invite our friends?” Nowaki asked with puppy eyes…
“Well Brat, we will keep the surprise, fun, guests, party, wine and all fancy stuff you dream off for the wedding” “ The engagement goes my way in private in presence of family and wedding goes your way”
“Not, that I intend to Marry nowww” he was pulled to kiss….
“Hiro-san you made me the happiest man, I love you”
“I love you too”.
“Well we have a engagement party to organize” Nowaki said. “Leave that to our mother, just call her and  you will have party in the station” Hiroki replied.
 Before Nowaki could be more excited, Hiroki stole his kiss and uttered.
“All this will happen so relax and I love you brat”
“Nowaki I am cold”
With this Nowaki carried his Hiro-san to their bedroom forgetting about dinner , they had big days coming… Suddenly Nowaki pulled away from passionate Kiss and said “Hiro-San, Usami-san should be your maid of honour, though I am jealous of him, but we are together for him and his novels always help us do something and deepen our relationship”

A book landed on Nowaki’s head, this book was of Usami Akihiko’s too….

P.S- hope you liked it.

thanking you to bear with me.

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

A duckish tale.

{(Well I lied, I am back, my first major paper was pathetic, second paper I survived. Technically my exam gets over on 14th june. My post exam slumber has begun before my exams are over. My Net problems still prevail,  exams went down the water, so sad me read fanfictions in my cellphone. This resulted in me penning my own. So I am going to put up two fanfictions. One is Princess Tutu another Junjou Romantica. Its not good, but lets say, if you like it, I will create a page called Witchiction. This particular story is written for my soul sister, its her  belated birthday gift from me. Dear Soul-Sister, we had decided in seventh grade to give Fakir and Ahiru their happy ending, so here is my little attempt to give them Happy Ending.) 

Disclaimer- I dont, will never ever own Princess Tutu, it belongs to Ikuko Itoh. /this Anime means a lot to us specially my Soul sister and me,}


( In the Anime , Ahiru was a character created to help Mytho a princes who lost his heart to seal evil raven from the book the prince and raven. Fakir  is a knight reborn. In the story Fakir  rewrites and help the story to end. But in the end Ahiru returns to her original duck form and Fakir promises  to besides her forever. So its a post series fanfic)

The green eyed man was looking at the lake from his window. There was no yellow duckling waiting for him. He packed his satchel with pens, paper, ink and a yellow feather.  Soon the longed legged man was on his way towards the lake. Raven haired was watching his still reflection in the lake. The lake was once the lake of despair, which was a metaphor in a tragic story. Now it was a beautiful lake which bought memories both sad and happy. Here, in front of this lake he had cried to someone about his weakness. This lake was the witness of the love that sprouted in the heart of little duckling for her prince. The lake was the seal on the promise he made- to forever with her. His eyes stretched unto the horizon, waiting for someone. The eyes were not sad, neither happy, but there was a hope flickering in them.  He was waiting; he started waiting the day his little moron left. He can still remember that particular day, two years before …
It was almost after one year of the great fight between the Raven and Mythos and her hope. The writer had to recreate stories for every individual. He had to rewrite every detail of their lives and the history of town. Not only people but he had to put every other creature to their respective normal self, from Mr. Cat to Miss Goat. He had to let the fictions characters go back to story, bought the real one to reality. Everything was set to normal, except the story of the little duckling. His heart wanted to use his power to bring back the clumsy girl, but his mind did not support his desire. Strangely he found the little duck was never whole heartedly involved in her duckish activities. She always came flapping to him, he read out all the stories he wrote for town people and she enjoyed them. She loved how he had given happy endings to her close friend, the blonde and pink haired girl. With every new story she heard, he saw a small sadness grow in those clear blue eyes. She was happy for others, that was her nature both in human and her duckling body. Soon all the stories and the tragedies of the dead writer were turned in to happy endings. When the last story was finished, the raven hair went to the lake to meet her. He was happy for everyone but confused for the duck. He had carefully webbed the treads into The Prince and Raven. He mentioned “Let all the creation from book return to their fairyland and all the reality dwellers remember the things they forget and return to their true form”. He wrote this for the characters he missed He divided the boundaries of fiction and reality again. He secretly hoped this helped the little duck find her memories back if she is real or return to fairyland. But nothing happened when he found the duck was finding it hard to communicate with other ducks.   He read her the last story and asked..
“Do you remember your family now?”
“Quack” the duck saying with a sigh..
“Can you recall the first time you met Mythos was?”
“Quack Quack” with hope..
“So you don’t remember anything before that?”
“Quack” with a nod.
“Now I get it, you were created on spot, you don’t belong to fiction or reality.”
“QUACK” the yellow duckling shouted…
“Well let’s put it this way, you were created to start the story. The story was in a limbo, you acted as a key to unlock the door. You set the story in motion, as soon as you entered academy people thought you were a part of us. Now that the story ended people forgot about you. You were a created with no attachments to serve a tragedy. Your duck form was to add more drama to a tragic end; you were destined to never have a happy ending. Had you confessed you would have been speck of light. Since Rue proclaimed true love, you did not meet tragic end. You had no family or real belonging so your death was to be of less significance. Now that you saved us, you still have no one to call as yours.”
“Quack” she said with a sad heart.
“That bastard, he wanted to enjoy the last laugh, he still wanted his tragedy to come to life”
The raven haired boy understood she was worried about her existence; she was living yet a creation of imagination. She single heartedly created hopes in doomed hearts. But that tragic lover writer did not want her to have a life of surety.
“What do we do?” was all the green eyed man could ask her.
She turned her gaze into his deep eyes giving him a hope. Soon both their eyes turned towards horizon and they saw the sunrise. The blue eyes shined as if they had discovered something unknown to him.
“Yes I am listening”
“Quack, quackkkk, quaackkk, quack” looking at horizon she said.
“You want to go and explore the world”
She nodded. “Quack, quaccckk, quack , quackkk quack” biting his small finger.
“You promise to return again with your purpose for living”
“Quack” she nodded, “Quack, quack?”
“Will I be fine?” “Well, you are the only friend I have but you should go” “I will visit the lake everyday till you return. I promised to stay by you forever and I promise to wait for you forever.”
“Quaaack” with teary eyes she thanked him and took her flight, glancing one last time at the Knight, she was lost to horizon.
“Idiot! You are not just a friend, I love you and will wait for you, promise” He turned around to find her yellow feather, he picked it up and went on to write more stories which would be happy and full of hope.
It was two years since then, he visited the lake everyday with new stories and he read them out alone. He believed the words would travel with air and reach her one day.  His love for her was ever increasing and his hope told him she was safe and well. He had graduated from Kinkan Academy, now he taught there in the dance drama division. He loved both writing and ballet hence dance drama provided him both. He was visited by Mythos and Rue every spring, they asked about the yellow Duck, to have no news. Autor, Mythos, Rue were the only people who remembered that there was a duck like girl with them.  Life was moving on like normal life would; no cats taught ballet, no one had a sudden outburst of emotions. Even Lillie and Pike had managed their own love story without the knight’s interference. Lillie had fallen in love with the equal melodramatic Femio. On the other hand Pike fell for the intellectual cousin of his Autor. He found a strange sense love flowing in the air; everyone had someone to share their lives with. Freya found Alex, Lysander loved Hermia, his adopted father found Audery. Mr. Cat was adopted by a family. There was a sense of belonging, which the town lacked before. He only had his pen and hope to belong to that one girl he loved.
In this lake she tried to drown, here he danced with her. Here he realized the warm feeling inside his heart was Love. Love for the duck like girl, his little moron who did nothing right. Yet he loved her presence. It was the last time he danced with her. The lake had seen it all happen. The beginning of end and end of beginning.
“Fakir” said a voice of high pitch, but slowly.
Suddenly the Knight looked bright and turned around, to the voice he longed for so long.
“How?” was the only word he could utter..
“I missed you Fakir” the petty girl hugged him.
The girl had grown taller than before; the eyes were clear blue, the orange hair braided. She was dressed in green blouse and pink shorts and duck shoes. Now she looked more beautiful and grown from her childish appearance. The Hug grew tighter and securing around him. He loved her more with every moment gone.
“Ahiru” “I missed you too moron”
Ahiru had waited to hear her name for two years, she was separated from the man who had kept every promise he made. She was in love with him, a love she could speak off. This time she would utter her feelings not only by ballet but by words.
“Fakir, I love you” blushing harder.
A chuckled Fakir was spellbound that, finally the feelings he harbored for all this days had been reciprocated without ever asking.
“I Love you, I have loved you since the day you mimed” He pulled her face closer to his, placing his lips on her forehead. He rubbed his hand over her orange hair and rested his chin on her head.
“But how did you become human?” Fakir could not find any loop holes in the story when he fixed. Nor was the evil writer ever entering this town. So how did she?
Ahiru arranged her thoughts and opened her lips to tell what had happened.
“Hmm Fakir, remember how you told you could write stories for me. You said you would change all the tragedies to happy endings by the evil writer. Well I realized since this story came to end the town would grow normal. You changed rest of the tragedies so I thought there might be more towns like Kinkan. So I travelled two years to different towns with their own tragedies intermingled with fiction. Every town needed their own share of hope. So I tried to fulfill my purpose to manifest the happy endings you wrote. Strangely every town I visited had come to the final part. As if you wrote the story for me to finish. Each town I helped, the more I could hear your stories. All this stories were coming true when I met the town people. You said I was the key to motion. So I set all the stories to motion. Finally I met him in the last town. Where the sadistic writer was soon fading to the other side. He was trapped in his own stories; he created me to change his own reality. Hence we both set him free, the final story you wrote gave his most tragic character peace and peace to his heart. Before leaving he gave me the wish to undo one deed upon me. I quacked that I wanted to tell my true feelings to the one I love and never turn speck of light. He laughed and I realized I was girl; he gave me voice, the human voice. I thought he would grant me a day to speak to you. But he turned me to the girl me. After that he asked me to cherish the one I love and he faded away.”
Now Fakir realized why his desire to give happy endings to all the characters from various tragedies was leading him too. The sadistic writer wanted his freedom from his own world of imagination. His characters had developed the stories and Ahiru was his key to roll the ball in motion. Every story had frozen in its last part, because some character defied their fate. Ahiru was the source of Hope to all.
“Ahiru, I love you for being so brave” he drew her to a kiss he had desired for eons. Ahiru melted at the touch of his lips. The warm lips had left a impression of love on her.
“hmm, Fakir,”
“yes Ahiru”
“aee, aww its nothing”
“Moron say it will you, I beg thee”
“hmm It was my first kiss”
Fakir’s eyes opened wide, so did his grin, he pulled the petty duck into his embrace. He became happier at the thought that Ahiru never kissed Mythos but him.
“Well, we have to decide on what to do next, for now let’s go to our lake house. You have lot to catch up to. You still need to study, and I will be your teacher. We have to write to Rue and Mythos about your return. We have to talk about many things, your weird friends found love too, Mr. Cat got adopted, and,,,”
“Fakir”… Ahiru cut in. “Can we just concentrate on each other”

So now it was the writers turn to walk towards his happy ending with little moron.

P.S - I hope  you liked it, The anime changed my imagination cycle, this is what i could least do to show my love for it

Thanking you to bear with me