Chapter 6.1: Call Of Destiny

The cawing of the crows filled the warm evening. Arsh was walking around the vacant neighborhood shadowed by the ancient trees of an age unknown. His eyes held a misty glow, making him look a bit aloof. His strolling was slow while his pupils were lost in some distance which gave the impression that they are on an aimless errand.

His footsteps rang around an aged house belonging to the migrated family of Weizscar. Stella, from a young age, was his precious friend. They grew up together and despite of their age gap they got along quite well.

Stella was a free spirited older sister who likes to shoulder everything she possibly could. Her younger brother – Or supposedly the younger brother – was rather 'innocent' and 'timid'. Although Sukshma always made sure to never upset him, the latter never really realized that there was no need to do so. How Stella could manage such a drastic change between her two personalities was still a mystery to himself. 

"Why won't you tell this to him", He once had asked.

"That kid won't be able to wrap his head around this fact… I am afraid that he will end up thinking that he is bisexual or is obliged to be bisexual to like me" 

He then gave a hearty laugh and asked what was wrong with that. Stella had told that accepting your 'abnormal' sexuality among the so called 'normal' ones is probably the biggest challenge for all the sheep of this society. And so he had been contemplating, for so long that his simple thoughts have become more and more quaint. Who is he? What is he? He never could find an answer to these questions.

The questions left him staring at the young boy looking at a fallen fledging which probably fell down while trying to fly. That boy had a worried look painted on his face. Stella has lived here forever and knows how it works. She, according to him, would be the last person to be influenced by one such failure of the young one, the new player. The look in those eyes quenched his heart and he stride towards the fledging, picked it up and begun to fix its wings. 

The boy's curious eyes followed his every movement until he left the bird to its own devices to fly away in the infinite. He picked up the fallen feather and looked towards the boy staring intently at him. The youngster had a strange vitality like that of a teenager, which was quite unusual for the usual him. Stella was older, but her male counterpart was quite younger which always resulted in a disparity in the actions of this boy. Her roughed-with-tough-time age as if renewed stared back at him. He gave a warm smile and waved the feather at him. The young boy looked startled before he ducked his head under the window. He smiled and strolled towards the boy and called out, "Der Stern", he called out. The boy didn't look up. A question mark came on the smart face of Arsh, as he stood there, utterly puzzled.

"Did you by chance forget the name I gave you?", he asked tentatively.

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I was already accustomed to be asked about my poor memory therefore succeed in not giving an offended look. If this person gave Aunt Stella a nickname then probably they are close. Believing on the social circle of Aunt Stella I looked at the boy- probably in his late teens- looking back at me. The boy had warm and well defined facial features. His beautiful black hair rested on his head which created a sharp contrast with his ivory white skin. He had a red mole near his right eye. His unkempt lips were chapped without the cold bite of winter but most of all-

"Why are you looking at me like I am a painting put up in a museum?"

-Were his eyes: heterochromia iridis.

 "Hmm", Said I.

The boy looked at me with curious eyes and asked with a smirk, "Even more than Sukshma?"

I looked back at him with stern eyes and said, "It's not every day that you see heterochromia iridis, obviously you are more like a portrait"

The boy looked stunned. His smirk broke into a wide smile. He came near me and said, "I came here to say goodbye, thanks to you now I have a great idea!"

And- he ran away.

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Stella was Stella, always accepting changes and diversity like they are nothing new. Whenever she looked at something fresh her face only said that she has had a good share of experiencing new things in her life. She was always accepting but never amused, therefore while other kids never played with him even mocked him, Stella always protected him like her own little brother. 

Today he saw a light like never before. And although he had decided to never go back to city again, his mind has taken an instant turn and he ran as if it was the call of destiny.

"In fact, coming here today was also a call of destiny, as if the future was calling to me"

-Well no denying the fact that listening to the pitchy-girly voice of the overly cautious 'Stella' was the most amusing destiny to observe today. 

He ran home to tell his brother that "his" friend might need some help in the following days and that he must take care of him. Vrishi's puzzled look hardly bothered him. In the end he asked his brother himself, "Why?"

"When the destiny, call we should go", He replied.

Of course it is because that new chick need some help in this new world, but that is for the open minded people like me to know.

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I looked at the back of the person disappearing with the growing distance. 

The mystic look along with the mystic color of his eyes was forever etched in my memory. The right eye was a light blue color like the beautiful sky while left eye was like melted chocolate one would like to bite after seeing. Such beautiful hues were utterly admirable.

Out of the blue my heart clenched while my head throbbed relentlessly. Pictures from a time forgotten after the transmigration flooded back, it was as if the memory was lost but the feelings were flooding back. The kind heterchromic eyes, the worried pupils, and the sirens- everything blurred in the silence.