Christina Wayward

She looked into the skyline through her massive french windows . The carefully curated, drawn lilac curtains seemed to open up and show her a path in the myriad of tiny city lights.
What was she looking for ,she wondered as she continued to gaze outside while reclining in her plush recliner. This was the only furniture in an otherwise minimal living room.
Yes just one recliner which meant she never had guests and neither did she have a boyfriend or colleague come over.
Her house was hardly 200 square feet but the tiny space was carefully manicured by expensive  yet functional and sophisticated elements .
Her naturally affluent family upbringing maybe have shaped her tastes for finer things in life, but before you conclude her as a rich spoiled daddy's girl, you should know that she owns nothing from her family wealth. Everything, even a pin in that house and her life was made by her. Yes she was self made and independent.

From childhood onwards, She was different, preferring to be alone than with company , preferring to walk where others would drive. She was an enigma to even her family. Her sisters were elder than her, both graduated from ivy league universities and have important roles in the family business whereas she , the youngest of the family simply dropped out of school at 17 and left home.
" ...Not going to school ??.. why??? " - her mom was confused
" Yes mother, I'm not going to school anymore. I'm going to work "- she said
" You are in the last year of school ,there is hardly 2 months left, why don't you just complete it and .. and then we'll see what you want to do"- her mother said

She got up and started to leave her mother's bedroom . On her way out she simply remarked
" Oh ,also I'm leaving home"
Her mother laughed. She didn't think her teenage daughter was being serious.
Her dad also laughed when her mom told her decision .

That night she packed a small bag, some clothes , her teddy, an Hermes scarf her best friend from childhood gave her and some snacks.
She left a note saying
"Mom, we discussed... Bye Crissi."

Next day when the maids found and handed the note to her mom, there was a hysterical cry ,followed by a rush of phone calls and searching.  Her parents send the house staff on a search party and by the time police arrived ,her mom was literally white faced.
They searched her everywhere for 2 days and couldn't find her.
In the third day her mom received a call from her friend in new york .
" Megan, I saw your daughter ,she's in new york!" - said the caller on phone
Her mother was relieved but unbelievable she said" Are you sure it's Crissi? She didn't take any money ,how could she have possibly travelled all the way from California to new york?".

"Yes it's her, she went into the subway . I was in the car and ran out but lost her in the crowd of the Subway "- said the caller

Police traced her in newyork and put her on phone with her parents.
" I'm not coming back mother. Why r you making a fuss for this?"
" Crissi, but why? What have we done wrong?"- her mother asked

" If you don't wanna goto college that's perfectly fine  ,just come back dear"- her father said

" I'm almost eighteen, I'm done with life at Home, I'm here to find my own way ... Nothing you guys did. It's just that I want to explore this world on my own"- she said.

On her way out of the police station, the officer asked her to sign a note .
It was an agreement which said that she will no longer have any communication with the Wayward family and neither was she eligibile for any share . She basically disowned herself .
" I agree, Signed Christina Helen Wayward"
As she walked out ,she had a single tear coming out of the corner of her eyes.
Months before when the stalking began, little did she know that her whole family was in danger if she didn't agree to that agreement.


She walked out and went into an alley and walked up towards an apartment door. The same policeman who made her sign the agreement was waiting in the entrance.

" Are you even real police?"- she asked him
He ignored the comment and proceeded to hand over a bunch of keys . "These  are the keys to your new apartment 4th floor apartment 4002 as agreed"- he told her .
As he started to leave ,she called out" Tell him I know who he is"
To which he replied " No you don't. Shut up"
" Oh I do and also tell him I'm coming after him"
He turned around ,pointed a gun at her and shot.
She didnt scream . The bullet grazed through her hat and hit the wall behind her.  She didn't wince.

He looked at her amazed.
" Though it was a warning shot, I'm amazed . Kids your age usually pee at a distant gun shot .. but then you r not like other kids"- he said

" Yes, I'm a Wayward" she turned around and walked inside and shut the metal entrance door. The moment she was alone, she cried. This was it - A new beginning but does it guarantee her family's safety? Well that was what was promised In the agreement.

Her new apartment was a tiny room. Just a room and a bathroom. She looked around and waited for a rat to pop up from somewhere. She relaxed when she knew that she was completely alone.
It wasn't a shaddy area, it was actually a normal house affordable to a middle class person. She was never a middle to know that.

After washing up in her crampy bathroom . She dressed up in a white shirt and black pants and went out to search for a job.
There was Food in the fridge provided but she wasn't hungry.

She went into the first restaurant she saw and asked for job openings.they had none, so did the shop nextdoor and the next shop.After 3 hours and in desperation she sat on the pavement .
"Where will I get a job"- she said to herself.
"It's York girl, there are no jobs for people like us"- a voice said from behind.
She almost jumped when she saw how close the disheveled person was sitting .

As she walked away, it dawned on her that he was right.
She stopped by a food vendor ,had a sandwich and proceeded to search for a job.
By evening she returned to her apartment door. She wanted to give up and run back home. Then she saw the bullet. She also remembered the last time she saw the bullet and the time before that.
She went into the apartment and walked towards the elevator. She never took elevators yet she was so tired that today was an exception.

As she opened her door and walked in to her room, she was surprised to see food on the table. She recognised the smell of authentic Italian food.

She slumped on the bed and fell asleep. She woke up an hour later hungry and anxious. She saw some bad dream. The same kind she saw back in her family mansion.
There was a text on her phone
" I've arranged a maid for your highness, do don't complain much"

"So I have a maid too..what other surprises do you have for me?!"- she texted back.

She waited for a reply as she ate a delicious bowl of pasta soup called minestrone- ironically a poor man's dish in Italy.

As there was no reply ,she texted again
" Hey how am I gonna find a job without a degree? You could have at least let me complete school"
..
She woke up at the sound of pigeons on her window sill.
Windows? Well it looked more like an exhaust vent in bathrooms she thought.
She took her phone. There wasn't a reply.

She went to her bathroom and f
Washed up and dressed in another white shirt and black pants. The one she was wearing was casually thrown on the bathroom floor.
As she came out she was startled by the presence of this big stout woman who was standing in the entrance.
Good morning she said courteously.
" You are...?"- Christina asked
" Marge ! I'm your maid" - she said.
She was a huge ,heavily build woman wearing the most eye glaring neon and black frock. An instant eye sore thought Christina.

She made breakfast as Christina browsed through her phone.

" How do you get a job here "- Christina asked the Marge.
" oh well we just know people who knows openings etc. I don't know know how it's like for rich people like you"- she said
" I'm not rich. I need a job anything from a waitress to that person who picks up calls.. " Christina explained.

" A receptionist?!! "
" Yes! Even a receptionist job will be enough"
" Well I'll tell u my circle is different, I know about domestic services, nannies and house keeping jobs"

After the breakfast was made, she said she's leaving and will be back to make dinner.

" The pasta soup was delicious, thank you!"- said Christina as Marge was moving to the door.
Marge smiled and went out. Something was peculiar about this child unlike all the others before her who she was asked to feed. She didn't  belong to a broken background, she was rich and was certainly not scared.
"Who is this girl Pete?" - Marge asked on phone.
" None of your or my business"- the caller said.
" So she needs a job, should I help her?"- she asked
"No" was the response and the call was over.


Christina ate her eggs and bacon and wrapped a small sandwich for lunch .
The plate she ate was on the table as she was habituated . She left with her bag and took a different route today.
No jobs but she found a guy who promised her work.
The meeting was at an office building nearby at 10 am next day.

As she proceeded to get dressed the next day, Marge came to make her breakfast.
" Good morning ,you look happy today"- she said
Yes ,said. Christina. " I got a job interview and he promised that I was perfect for a job"
Marge looked at her troubled.

".. err.. where is this interview?"- Marge asked her
" Oh it's in this office building " - said Christina handing her the address .
101, pipeline towers?

The address was familiar but she couldn't figure out where it was.
As Marge left, she knew something wasn't right.
She called the same number and told him about Christina's interview.
" Hey lady, if you wanna keep your job ,you'll stop interfering in her business"- the caller said

And that was the last time Marge saw Christina .
She went in her house for 5 days in a row but no sign of the child . After the fifth day, The caller on the phone asked her to clear the apartment.
Time for the next client.
..
Chapter 2.
" Another murder in the Wayward family!" The news headlines glarred everywhere.

Megan Wayward looked at the news with no expression.
The past couple of months were cruel. Members of her family were killed like chickens and police can't seem to find a single trail.

Everything was bearable till her daughter decided to leave home.
Christina was her youngest child and the apple of her eye. She was different from the rest of the family and her leaving literally meant the end of the world for Megan.

Why are you doing this to me Lord?!- she wondered. Day by day the rosary chants were getting longer and the slow mumbling prayers were getting more tear filled.

Catherine and Patricia Wayward, her elder daughters were getting worried about their mother's situation.
They were aware of what was happening in the family and why police were not of much help after all Gang wars usually resolve themselves.
Catherine and Patricia were the next generation of Waywards and like their younger cousins focused on education than guns and fights.
The new generation of Waywards were weak and in their circle, the Waywards were hence loosing their power.

"Not a single one with Spine! I told you not to send these kids to college"- A thundering voice was none other than the Grand Pere of the Wayward family.
A frail 95 year old man who controls the family even today.

John wayward, Christinas father was the youngest son of Mortimer Wayward .
Mortimer and his three brothers were descents of the a Royal family from Europe whose legacy were hidden from the world. To the public Waywards are some of the earliest American families who found riches from mining.
This was not true ,the Wayward family didn't own a single mine till 1950s . Their legacy if known would prove to be an ill fate so they his in America keeping very low profiles for generations till Mortimer Wayward and his brothers devices to be the underworld kings. They dealt with everything from organized crimes to murders . With their foot firm in the underworld they climbed out creating legitimate businesses in the early 1940s.They soon became respectable industrialists but the world of business trembled at the sight of the Waywards for they knew if Waywards had their the mind set on something, they will not bat an eyelid till they gain it.
Over years, their many sons and daughters started taking over the different businesses with. All of them married and settled in various parts of the country and successfully expanded their business empire and the underground presence too.

But as they settled into the respectable societies,this second generation were mostly inclined in enrolling their many children into the highest ranked private schools and universities . Education spoiled the otherwise gruesome Waywards and converted them to just industrialists and business families.
Christina's sisters were among the youngest CEOs in the world by early 90s . They were doing business in everything from manufacturing to packaging to luxury Goods to Design houses.

These ivy league third generation were least intrested in establishing themselves as Mafia Kings which irked Mortimer Wayward who was the by now the only survivor of the original wayward brothers.
The early 90s saw many new gangs are mafia Kings propping up around the country with Waywards becoming weaker and weaker.

All but young Morty  ( Mortimer 2 Wayward) and Freddie ( Fredrick Wayward) were against the families involvement in many unresolved murders and crimes.
While the ivy league cousins were hell bent on turning the bad reputation which they considered as a burden for them, the second generation as in Christina's father and kins were struggling to please Mortimer and their children alike.

But as their business empire grew ,the family members started getting popular in the world with many of them being featured in magazines and "world's sexiest" lists. Yes the Waywards were Royalties and most of them were so naturally stunning and attractive that they didn't even have to work out.

John's sister , Teresa was a nun. She brought in the concept of religion and God to the otherwise atheist family. Megan Wayward was heavily influenced by Teresa after a frightening experience during her pregnancy with Christina which made her a believer, which is also probably the reason for her over attachment to Christina.

Teresa was Mortimers first daughter and they never got along well together. She did share a very good relationship with her mother and her 5 siblings.

John had one more sister ,Zarina  who is the youngest daughter of Mortimer. Zarina was aggressive and heads the underworld operations in California area for the family. Zarina was nicknamed as sheDon by many . She remained elusive and married a person whom nobody knew before. Her husband Nicolas was a long time operator working with her on many secret missions that earned millions. Nickolas rarely makes a public appearance and never lets anyone take a photograph of him. Together they have one son , Mortimer 2 Wayward. Zarina and Nickolas lived in Christina's house. But Christina barely used to see her aunt. They were always traveling or maybe they go off in stealth mode for some secret job! Christina never knew. Young Morty grew up with Christina and her sisters. Her parents never complaint neither did they ever Ill treat Morty. Once Morty turned 16, he started going on trips with his parents and sometimes retuned alone when his parents abruptly told him to go back home.
Christina who was a little girl then didn't understand much.  Morty was her favorite person in the house. He told her many secret stories whi h were full of thrills and adventure which she secretly desired. But Morty told these stories only to her , it was their secret. To her sisters and parents, Morty was a perfect ,poised boy who had a bright future. Morty excelled in studies and went to Yale . He did his major in political science and minored in theatre and performing arts. Such a diverse range of talent came with an exquisite Adonis like Good looks  that Morty was often an object of discussion even inside the wayward family.
Morty soon got popular and his friends were among the elite A listers in America. He used to date girls whose came from rich and powerful families in the world.  One of his relationship benefitted Waywards family expand their oil pipeline businesses in the middle East for His long time girlfriend then was an Arab princess who was not only an exquisite beauty but also a very powerful royal influencer in the middle East. When they broke up ,Morty went into depression for months. He just disappeared with a tweet saying " She meant the universe to me, without her my life is meaningless, adios!"
Months later ,Perry ,one of their cousins spotted Morty in Goa ,India walking around with a bear in his hand, tanned as hell. When Perry approached Morty he welcomed him by saying Namaste
" We thought you were dead!"- perry exclaimed
".. what ? ..why ?"- asked Morty so innocently that his baby blue eyes widened .
" What do you mean by why? ! All that depression posts? Your breakup with the Arab chick and all that? Does your mom know you are here?"- asked Perry
" Oh yea that I needed to make her feel dad feel like his daughter broke up with me for no fault of mine"- he said very casually.
Why? -Perry asked
"Why? I'm surprised that you of all people should ask me that perrcy boy!!"- Morty said
Perry looked confused.
Morty took him to his hangout point. A quaint shack in the corner of a beach away from the crowd still the sea was right in front of them.
Over another beer Morty explained to him while perry sat in disbelief.
" Uncle Jake came to me one day and asked for a help, now I couldn't practically say no to your father now can I?"- Morty started
" What help?"- asked Perry trying to maintain his calm
" Well you know the future of Wayward pipelines rested on my manhood and I couldn't just let it slip by"- Morty amused him at that point looking down to the area he was really proud of. Perry looked disgusted at him
" Just tell me what happened "- perry said
" Okay so Fatima and I were in Yale and we had been to a few parties and have had some photos together probably they floated around in social media ,or I don't know man ,somehow your dad got hold of it . He called me one day and asked me to meet him for lunch. He told me that  new pipeline deal with middle East was being held because the king of one of the middle East countries was against it. He wanted me to influence him and get him to sign the deal!"
" Oh let me guess Fatimah's dad is the king!"- perry said .
" Yes perccy boy, you are right. So I said okay and we'll the rest was easy. Girls never say no to me  neither did fathimah. From then I was a new person, a person who found out my true love , I stopped being with other girls ,I even grew a beard to look more arab like"- Morty said
" Yes I saw that transformation in magazines, From sexy beach boy to an Arab stallion"- said perry almost bored.
" AHA, exactly! So then I met her dad ,he was happy to heary surname was wayward and then I lobbied for your dad  for about 4 months before I got him to sign the deal"- Morty tipped the beer bottle a little . Boy he looked precious, thought perry with a hint of jealousy. Perry himself was a tall blond man with sea green eyes. But there was something he lacked that Morty had, maybe it's the style ,maybe the confidence because girls never  hit on him if Morty was anywhere nearby. Even in this beach shack ,where he's almost un recognisable, all the young girl were eyeing Morty.

" So what kind of lobbying did u do for dad?"- asked Perry
" Well you know stuff like about your philanthropy organization which aims at equality, and that other organisation which focuses on religious study and stuff like .." Morty trailed off looking at this hot lady....

Little Miss big mouth - part 3

Erika pulled out the brand new letter she received from her Majesty . This time she didn't go and collect it from the post office, it came to her home.  "The queen herself! "- she squealed with delight . It had been a while since she received a letter from her Majesty. Erika was getting disappointed every time she went to the post office looking for a secret mail from her Majesty. For the last three months, Mr Winters and his colleagues said they didn't have any reply mail from the Queen . Erika was certain, the queen was just busy . But as the months passed by ,her hopes we're dimming. And then suddenly ,one day coming back from her school, her Mother handed her a letter with a strange expression. Erika couldn't believe it, it was from the Queen .
"Finally!"- Erika exclaimed
" Who is it from Erika"- her mother asked
" It's from the Queen, she's replying to my thoughts on making music an optional subject from school"- Erika said .
Annoyed her mother shook her head and muttered -" how did she become my child?"
" Well it's not for you to decide how I become , every individual is different, we might look Simi... " - her mother hushed her and told her to go-to her room.
Erika ran to her room and looked at the letter. This time it was different, the seal was different, the envelope felt heavier , certainly new stationary . She opened it and found a rich, thick , creamy paper instead of the one she usually received in the past
" Dear Miss Shepard,
I apologise for not writing sooner. One has to take care of the worldly affairs and it's unfortunate that I was not able to find time to reply to your brilliant mail.
I have thought about you and decided that your views need to addressed soon. Hence I have appointed Mr Smith Walter to take care of your mails.As a brilliant child like yourself, I have assigned him with the duties of being your mentor as well.
You may now address all your mails to him.

From the Queen of England.
"
She felt her heart sink. Although she was trilled at the thought of having a mentor , it was not the queen, why would Mr Walter care about her mails and who was he?

But one must obey the queen. So Erika wrote to her newly appointed mentor,she introduced herself and expressed how happy she was to have a real mentor .

His response came a week later. As she read, her disappointment was replaced with a sudden flush of adrealine ,she jumped from her chair ,rolled on her floor, ran out and rolled on the grass. The little girl was back on her chirpy mood.

Thus began a long series of letters,  long or short but always interesting, always fulfilling and motivating. Mr Smith Walter had become her friend, her mentor whom she could discuss her mind .
One day Erika received her mail directly from Mr Pitts who casually asked her whom it was from
"My best friend"- Erika said proudly. " All the way from London".

Mr Pitts smiled and walked out knowing he had successfully completed his quest.

Read Part-2

Little Miss big mouth - part 2

Next day morning Erika woke up early. Sharp at 6 am , she ran downstairs and waited impatiently for breakfast to be served.

"But its only quarter to seven Miss Shepard " - said the governess briskly . She was surprised that Erika was up so early and is eager for breakfast, A meal she hated. Erika usually has her breakfast late, with the governess herself and most of the day ,her first lecture of the day would be on how insipid the breakfast was and how pointless it was to eat a heavy breakfast after 12 hours of sleep. The governess neither listened nor argued to Erika's lecture and most often pitied her parents for keeping up with the chatterbox.

The Shepard family was small and comprised of Mr John Shepard, Erika's father , who was a priest in the Village Church. Her mother ,Catherine Shepard, was a music teacher. She taught violin in the local school, a sensual instrument played by an unusually beautiful lady, her symphonies were very popular in the village. Catherine and John were a very religious couple and decided that their life is fullfilled by serving the Lord. Erika was hence the only child . The Shepards tried to introduce and inculcate their thoughts and religious beliefs to Erika from a very young age. But Erika had no interest in it, she avoided choirs and hated the violin, when she sang, it sounded like a howling wolf, she neither danced nor painted and unlike other young girls, she hated dolls and brushing her hair.Her mother and father left her to God's will and decided that their prayers will not go unnoticed. But as Erika turned older, their hopes started fading. Eventually they came to terms that Erika was an unruly Child, they let her wander off into the barnyard and didn't care if she knew hymns and prayers. She liked books, so they gave her ample amount of books, as its only when she read that she kept quiet so there were more books in the house than anything else.

Erika seemed to have an opinion of everything, be it food or way the wind was blowing. Her parents were agast as to what is going to become of their daughter. She had no friends and her teachers were complaining about her opinions and speeches. She did however get good grades in all academics except arts and music, much to the disappointment of her mother.

But that morning was different, Erika was fidgety, loud and hopping around. She didnt really talk much except for good mornings which her governess quite obviously noticed. She was aimlessly walking around, mostly peeping into the kitchen to see if Food was ready.

"Miss Shepard, would you like to sit down and tell me if it is sunny enough today?"- asked the governess.
" Oh yes, its the most beautiful day ever "- Erika said but wandered off again. She seemed to be excited rather than anxious which relieved the governess a little.

" Mrs Appleton, Isnt there anything you can quickly put together for me to eat?" - Erika asked the cook

" Oh I Suppose i could warm up some milk and boil an egg for you " - said that chef
" Yes please, that will be most appreciated"- Erika said.

"Appreciated?? "- thought the governess, I haven't heard the child utter that word ever. Something is really not right today, I better keep a close watch on her.

Erika ate up her breakfast without much talk except for something about spiders in her room and once she finished, she ran upstairs to her room and shut the door.She went through her wardrobe and found a smart blue skirt that her Grandmother gifted her last christmas. She wore it with a white blouse, her usual clothing and hat and headed downstairs.

" Where are you off to Miss Shepard " - Called out the governess
"I'm going to the postoffice" - she said loudly " I have an important letter  coming in today"
" Erika! Come back inside!"- said the governess " Its only 8 in the morning, Post offices Do not open this early.

Hearing this, Erika got disappointed . She stopped running and came back into the house. Her mother heard all the noise and came down hurridly and asked about the noise. Governess explained the events from morning and Erika was surprised to hear that her governess was getting worried about her quiet behaviour today.

" Whats going on Erika?" - asked her mother. The next one and a half hour was Erika hopping behind her mother, telling each and every detail about her important information and the queen and this and that. Her mother started listening the moment erika mentioned her Majesty's name but as she mentioned the secret service team and her letters , Erika's mother bursted into laughter.

"Sweetheart, there is no such thing as a secret service that personally delivers mails to the Queen"- said her mother
" Mother, you dont know it , that is the reason why its called secret service , its not meant to be known to the public"- said erika

After school, Erika ran to the post office, it seemed as though Erika was running the whole day. She could barely contain her excitment when she reached the post office and saw her secret service friends.

" Good afternoon Mr Winters, I'm here to see if Her majesty has a response for me, I will be most delighted to read her majesty's letter" - she said proudly

The clerk called to his friends . Everyone came together and proudly handed an envolope to Erika.

" My oh My , I cant believe it, is it really from her? " - Erika was squealing with excitement.

" Yes, and she was so happy to see your verrrryy immppoorrtaant message" - said one of the clerks.

" Oh was she? Of course she was ! Oh thank you Mr Winter , Thank you all "- Erika said excitedly

" We'll wait for your response Miss Big.. Er... Miss Shepards" - said one of the clerks.

As Erika left, the men burst into laughter.

Little did Erika know that the Cream Envelope with a Stamp seal was written by Mr Winters himself and that there was really No secret service to her Majesty.

Erika went home and read the letter, she read it in her room, read it in the barn, she ran to the orchard and read it to the trees. For once in her life , she wished she had friends so that she could read the letter to them as well.

The letter was very brief , to the point, no gimmicks. Of course its from the Royal Queen of England, she wont play around with words. Her letter Congratulated Erika for her observation and asked her to update with more thoughts Erika had. It said Awaiting your response ,From the Queen of England.

" I will not hesitate, I have so much work to do, so many issues to take care of" - said Erika

and thus Erika began to write endless letters to the Queen on various topics she thought were important. Each of her letters were received with the same response encouraging her to write more and congratulations. Erika was started to wonder if the queen was really reading her letters as she never answered to her questions and queries but that did not deter her from writing .

Meanwhile in the post office Erika or Miss Big mouth was a laughing matter, the workers would read her kiddish mails out loud during work breaks and they were always hilarious letters to them. The entertainment was soaring till the day Mr Pitts found out about this. He couldn't believe dear little Erika was subject to mockery and her letters was being ridiculed. He snatched the letters from his colleagues and threatened to complain to their superior officer if they do not stop this joke.

" But the child is persistent Mr Pitts, Its not like she can be controlled"- said one of the workers.

"We can stop all this, we can tell her all this was a joke, but it will just crush her enthusiasm sir"- said another

" Yes Yes, he is right, she's only 10 , poor child, We were just encouraging her childish play"- another clerk said.

" Well , I agree , but you must not make a public mockery out of her letters, Lets see, give me the letters "- Said Mr Pitts.

The men handed all her letters and Mr pitts instructed them to hand him any future letters.

Mr pitts read her letters and felt that she was indeed a bright ambitious child and that she could use a mentor who will encourage her in her life..
He thought of who could be a mentor to Little Miss Big mouth for a while till a perfect person came to his mind...
With the letters in hand, he set out to find him.. a real mentor for Erika.

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Little Miss big mouth - part 1

Once upon a time there lived a girl ,a small girl who thought too much about the world and her life . she was often mocked for her adult like serious talks , she often philosophised about humanity, wealth and human behavior that people called her Miss big mouth.

At the age of fifteen, Erika or Miss big mouth decided that staying in her village was serving her no purpose. She needed a bigger venue ,an audience that understood her, who listened to her , a more important place where her voice can reach to all corners of the society.

She decided that she was far too important to be just a daughter of a priest . Yes, it was time to leave.

Erika asked her papa for permission to visit her Aunt's house in London. Her father happily agreed for a little quietness in the house which her absence will bring. Hence this was much welcoming to him and his wife ,Erika's mother .

Erika happily packed her belongings, all of them till her mother came to check on her items. She was shocked to see the room almost empty except for the furnitures .

" Erika, why have you packed all your belongings? "-  asked her mother
" Mama, I'm leaving, I need these for my stay there"- said Erika
Her mother usually never argued back with Erika, for she always had a fitting reply to win any argument.
Dismissing this as one of Erika's eccentricity, her mother  left the room shaking her head.

Erika didn't have much to pack . Unlike other teenagers, she didn't have any friends or hobbies, her companions were books and like all bookworms, she loved the leathery smell of old books. She had just 5 pairs of clothes and 1 pair each of shoes and sleepwear. The largest item in her suitcase was a box containing all the letters that she received to her pen friend Mr Smith Walter  which were her proud possession. Mr Smith lived in London, her planned visit to London was secretly an adventure to find and finally meet Mr smith . She admired him and was essentially her mentor and adviser. They shared the same views of humanity and the world in general.
It all started when Erika was ten. She decided to write a letter to her Majesty, the Queen of England expressing her disgust for the inhuman treatment of labourers in her village. She wasnt sure of the address so she asked the mailman for her majesty's address. The mailman was a friendly old chap , he was kind and often listened to erika's big fierce dialogs with patience. She told him her peril and asked  him for her Majesty's mailing address. He gave her a helpless look and said he will check with his friends and get back to her. Erika waited patiently but after two weeks of not seeing the mailman, She decided to go to the post office herself and get the address.

" Good afternoon , I'm searching for Mr pitts, the mailman" - She told the clerk in the post office
"He's out on delivery Miss"- came the response
"Well Sir, Actually I'm looking for the mail address of the Queen of England, there is an important message I need to sent her and Mr Pitts promised that he will check in the post office and give me the add"- Erika said as confidently as possible.
The clerk smirked and said" Oh ! Did he? Well I'm sorry miss, we dont have her address"
But Erika persisted, she wasnt going to get back without the address. She insisted that there must be someone in the office who knows and that the clerk wasnt helping her.
"Please Sir, if you could just ask around , I'm sure someone will know, You dont understand how important this letter is , I have to urgently pass on the information"- erika pleaded
The clerk tried to reason with her ,he couldnt. He tried telling her that he had other work to do, but it was an unusual day, the postoffice was literally empty and he didnt have any work to do, So he looked around, called his buddies and decided to have some fun. It wasnt everyday that a ten year old kid walks in asking for the Queen's mailing address.

" Hey Dick,Pete,Johnny,fellas ,come here!"- he called out to his colleagues
"Young lady here, says she's a friend of Pitts, is looking for the Queen of England's mailing address"
They gathered around her and he whispered something to them

"Hey why are you whispering Mr, Let me also hear"- Erika started at the Clerk.

" Oh dear, Sorry Miss, I was just telling my colleagues the urgency of your matter and how important it is"- the clerk told her with utmost politeness.
" Why yes, its very important that I pass on the information"- Erika said.

The men continued to huddle and whisper . After a minute or two, they let out a small laugh and looked at Erika with a serious face.

" Miss, We have discussed and we agree that your matter is very important"- Said one of the employees. " In fact, we will tell you that we are a secret service ourselves who personally deliver to her Majesty"

"Oh is it?"- Erika asked, she was skeptical ." I havent heard of such a service..."

" Well that is why it is a secret service dear" - Another clerk said. " Look here, the majesty does not take letters from the public mailman. Its always us, the personal service members who deliver her the letters. We really think you look like a respectable young lady with a genuine information. That is why we.. we revealed ourselves to you "

Erika was flattered. Its not everyday that she gets called as Respectable . Oh mine, what an honour!, she thought.

Without further ado, she shook hands with the secret service members and held out a letter and asked them to mail it to the Queen.

" But how will I know that the Queen has received my letters and how will i receive her reply" - she asked intelligently to which the men huddled again.


" Well miss, you will just have to come here to collect them"- Said a clerk.

Happily Erika handed out the letter and walked out of the post office feeling proud of herself.

As she went out one of the clerks called out and said " and remember, this is a sercret service, you are not to tell anyone about this , are we clear?"

"Yes sir!"- replied Erika courteously and proceeded to zip her lips with her fingers. " Not a word to anyone"

Erika couldnt sleep that night. What was the majesty going to reply. How popular was she going to be. She couldnt imagine her luck of bumping into the secret society that personally delivers mails to the Queen.

As she looked out her window , she saw twinkling starts, one of them didnt blink, she wondered why....and slowly she slept off..

The you

The You

Today as I sat Gazing at you my Love

I saw not your Eyes, but a Majestic glow as bright as Gold , as gentle as a Halo

I heard not words from your mouth, but a sweet Melody of a nightingale ,a kind purr of a white dove

I felt not the touch of your skin, but a spark of ignition that ablaze my body, oh I wallow

I remember not words or whispers, but the depth of love and longing from your heart

I crave not praise or applause, but the affection and Kindness from your soul

For I devote myself to you not once, but a million times when you warmed me with your sweet caress

you entered me with a power of a stallion and left a strong bolt that my words cannot describe

Oh my Love, how I love you and long for you

How I wait each day to see you walk through the threshold of my physical form and ignite the women in me.

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Draw My Life | DeStorm Power

One of the most Inspiring videos I have ever Seen, I have always made excuses to rise up, blamed my surroundings for my failures and believed that there is nothing that I can do to change.. Watching this man's life story made me realise, there is nothing one cant do, the only thing is you need to be is driven / motivated well enough to want something so much that rest sleep hunger and lust don't have a place. Of course this life is not fast forwarded like in this video . When there is Pain, it stays on for days or months. But then someday this pain will go and every second of suffering that you had will seem like just faded jean that you really dont care for anymore..

If you are messed up, frustrated and always find yourself failing, then Know that someday somehow everything will be alright or even better that alright. But the worst feeling is to succumb to failure and not try again.

For many months , I lived pushing through day and night working sleep eating fighting trying to have no human emotions and just Living- Just living for no apparent reason. I said to myself, I'm Happy, there is Nothing that I want, hence Im content. When someone doesnt want Anything from life then why be sad?? right?? No!! Human beings and not designed to be satiated that easily, at least not in their 20s. I always felt that emptiness- It was a lingering Feeling,Unknown to me yet very prominent strong feeling. It was late / rather recently that I realised OMG , I do want something in Life.. But what?? I don know.. I still dont know..

People are messed up in many ways, there are those of us that are financially deprived, some of us with Chronic illness. Rich / Famous people yearning for a poor Man's peace and Poor people  begging for 1/10 of a rich man's fortune.

But what about those that are messed up mentally? Those of us who are depressed, grieving with an unknown pain. Some of us with secret desires, Some with horrible intentions. They are the most unfortunate of the lot . There is no government or NGO charities that can Ease them off their pain for they want not money but a change.. Change that they either want or Change that are unknown to them.

Google's voice recognition software- an audio blog

Hello everyone,
So I decided to write a blog entry using Google's voice recognition software which came pre loaded with my samsung Galaxy S3. I have experimented with this software and find that it is very accurate. What's the biggest disadvantage you ask? Well it is how do you train the software to understand your language. The default language settings is English (UK) . You can change it to the language of your preference. I changed it to English(US).  Apart from english languages spoken in different countries , Google also supports foreign languages for example Bulgarian German , French.
for example,  ou est Paris , Bonjour, ça va .
Although it is very very versatile it does come with certain pitfalls. One big problem is punctuation. Google Voice does not automatically put full stop or capitals at the start of a sentence.However I find that it is able to put commas ',' when spoken  with a style. Maybe it is the way the software is trained.
Another annoying feature is that after a while of continuous speaking the capability of a system gets either laggy, or doesn't understand you. For example "it refuses "after a while of speaking becomes "it was cc's" or "it was ceases ".Lol!!
While this is a beautiful system,  a few improvisation with respect to punctuation and auto correct would ensure  streamlined processing and also this beauty here could be or could replace the need of a sexy assistant.

Having said that I would like to state that today's entry was completely written  using this voice feature from Google .