There are no accidents

The week in which the Indians settled in their new house was exceptionally tiring. In
between the loading and unloading, Akrita would steal a sleep (much to Yodhas
Chagrin) and during the setting of things Yodha was more often than not nowhere to be
seen. And upon the completion of the task the young Avarna would return mumbling
about unfriendly lizards and mice that refused free food. Thus, in general the week was
not exciting, save for the occasional exploits of Yodha in hunting up hidden occupants of
the house.
However, the day after that uninteresting week promised to set in the same until six
oclock that morning, i.e. until the Avarna siblings had got out of the house (read Akrita
dragging Yodha to the garden) to do the routine yoga. This routine was accompanied by
growls from a bundle of distraught humanity. Akrita effectively blocked the disturbances
and continued with her Asanas when Yodha (finding no escape) joined her a little while
later. Yoga for Akrita essentially meant the calming of the soul, while for Yodha it meant
waking up early and striking troublesome poses. Thus such thinking on Yodhas part
resulted in her interest being directed at the surroundings and Akrita closing her eyes
like the yogi she was.
It was during the last part of the peaceful routine that Yodha suddenly squashed herself
flat from her push up position. Upon hearing, the dull thud from her side, Akrita opened
her eyes to look at her sister but managed to catch a zooming object full in her face.
It was a ball, Akrita thought when she felt the object roll way and the pain just starting
to awaken within her. The elder Avarna placed her hands on the dew dyed grass and
pulled back her palms and touched her face. The coolness of the morning dew helped.
Just a bit.
Who is here, Akrita (rendered incapable of opening her eyes) heard Yodha speaking
majestically. so base that he must assault damsels in this ungodly hour? (Yodha had
her strange literary inclinations at the most unexpected of times)
That was not an assault. The victim heard an unfamiliar voice and in between her
efforts to open her eyes saw a blurred mop of blonde hair over the fence. That was an
accident. Akrita managed to see a boy fifteen perhaps swing over the fence and
jump into the garden. I am really sorry for that.
My sweet, clever sire, whatever on the moon made you attack and arrive here in such
unholy a manner? Akrita was glad that her sister being polite to strangers, even if it had
a sarcastic overtone.
It was not an attack. The boy affirmed. I am sorry for what happened. Can I have my
ball back?

Not until you have heard my opinion on the brains of people battering others face so
early in the morning. Yodha picked up the ball.
Is love to stay and hear your eloquence on the subject but I have got a school to
attend.
Then, Akrita watched (the pain subsiding slightly) the little Avarna get close to the
boy. Do scram.
Yodha give him his ball. Akrita decided to intervene before the matter got blown into
enormous proportions.
The young Avarna stared at her sister in disbelief.
Yodha. She repeated, this time a bit more sternly.
Have your ball back. The girl in the possession of the said object shoved it into the
boys hands.
Thank you. The boy smirked and said to Akrita, I am sorry for the inconvenience.
I ought to sue you for battery. Yodha muttered darkly as she glared at the boy climbing
over their fence.
Names Samuel Street, The boy called out from the top of the fence. Itd help if you
are planning to sue me, damsel. With that, he disappeared over the other side.
I should have flayed him. The said damsel murmured softly, almost as though
considering and regretting her actions.
Must you always be so morbid? Akrita got up, still holding her face. Come in now,
You have got a school and I have got a college.
Righto. I must boogey.

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