The Sun Comes Up

About the Author

Anvesha Goel is a student of class 9. Presently a resident in the city of Delhi, she loves to travel and explore. She is an animal lover and has a dog. Besides her love of writing, she enjoys music and baking. She is a 13 year old girl who aspires to make a name in the field of literature and has had several articles published in her school newspaper. She also writes poems in both Hindi and English languages. She writes best when it is raining, when she is happy, or in her lush green garden. Anvesha is fond of reading influential quotes and messages from all around the world.

Synopsis

The story builds around two sisters, who share a special bond of intimacy coupled with their differences and personalities. Sameera Hussain, a 25-year-old girl, starts her career with a job at the Google New Delhi office as a software developer. She is an alumnus from IIT. Her sister’s name is Alisha. Alisha is a fashion designer. At her new job, she works for one of the best fashion designers in the world. The leading character, Sameera is generally very composed and ambitious but when it comes to her sister, she finds a soft spot. In the first two chapters, the girls stay together, and thereafter the story builds around their personal and professional challenges, hopes, and relationships, where Sameera finds a new connection with her sister. In the later chapters, she focuses on her own professional life, but news of her sister’s illness continued to bother her and soon she finds a way with the rising sun. Once Alisha was better, the family takes a trip to Thailand, where Sameera finds her soulmate by coincidence. After the marriage, Sameera gets busy in her new life. Alisha also gets married. After a few years, Sameera and Alisha realise how they had traveled away from each other in their own lives and feel the need to rekindle that bond. A new sun rises with a sense of maturity and a new relationship with her sister.

Chapter 10

No time for confusion

There were two weeks to the wedding, and nothing was going as planned. Firstly, Ash woke up late, with minimal margin to reach the dress-fitting tailor. Then we went cake tasting, where Dr. Liam (I add the Dr. to tease him) arrived late, which I excused generously.

They chose the cake, but it took them so long that it was the night before we reached the florist. Nonetheless, they picked their flowers, red roses, and pink carnations, finished with blue orchids, which looked extravagant together, if I may say so. All that was left was to find the four somethings, which was my job this time. I wanted to make them as unique as Ash was to me, though nothing could match our sisterly love. For her something old, I gave her a picture of our sneak session; her something new was a pin which had her initials carved with beautiful flowers of rose gold colour; for her something borrowed, I found our mom’s old wedding veil in the attic; and for her something blue, it was a broché which I picked out for her, with a sapphire and stone border. Giving her a lavish wedding was the least I could have done at that moment.

I didn’t realize at that moment how overboard I was going when they asked for a simple regal wedding. Ash and Liam pretended to be okay with my over planning, but that night, Ash told me to take it down a notch, and then I knew what had to be done. As hesitant as I was for a simple ceremony, I organized an arch with the flowers they chose in the backyard of my old apartment, which was generously loaned for the wedding by my previous landlord. We had beautiful chairs, each with a flower and a wooden coaster plate with the guest’s name on it, and a sheet for their message to Ash and Liam for their new lives together.

I had always considered writing messages on memorable moments a significant part of what made it special. Those messages make you unique, and your contribution to someone’s life is appreciated. There was one other thing in my school memories box. The message cards I had distributed among my friends and classmates on graduation day. I used card papers of different colours and made small cards and envelopes, which I gave everyone to write down a special message to me. I collected them afterwards and put them up in my college dorm room’s pinboard. They were some of my favorite and most cherished possessions from high school.

When Ash and I were little kids, we’d narrate situations as if they were a storybook. So, of course, my message was a reminder of that. “And as the last candle of the night burnt out, their everlasting love was stronger than ever, a wall between the hatred of loneliness and a partner to share it with. It was all they’d hoped for and more, and their lives may not have been perfect, but the way their imperfections interlocked together, was more perfect than the existence of life.”

Going overboard for their wedding was an easy job, given the budget set by my parents. Growing up, we never had issues with finance, fortunately. It was a great asset as, without the wealth created by our parents, it would have been challenging to have Ash’s treatment done twice. I had survived so long without jobs by depending on my parents, even if I tried to make it as rare as possible. I got financially stable in my position with Google, which allowed me to stay that way until I met Rye. But going simple was not my specialty.

I was one of the people who is a fan of luxury and grand gestures. So taking it down a notch was a wake-up call, I guess. Now that I was done with another busy week and Ash was relaxing in Hawaii, I had nothing to do and nowhere to gossip. So I decided to put my time to good use. I decided to start a company that would develop apps to make apps. I put my time and resources in, but you guessed it, it failed miserably. And I was confused again. But there was no time for confusion, once more. It’s like a cycle of life for me. In the meantime, Matt is got a job offer from London that would require him to be there for six months, meaning he would be back just before my birthday.

I was sad that he had to go, but I wanted him to be successful, and so I convinced him to go, but that convincing took as long as the whole night! This job was Matt’s dream job, and it would push him to potentials he wouldn’t know he had, so that would have been an obvious choice for an average person. Still, Matt was as much of an overthinker as I am, and he was close to his family, so he was leaning towards a no. Let me tell you a little bit about Matt. He is as stubborn as me, so when two stubborn people combine, you guessed it, it takes an eternity to come to a mutual decision. Matt had to leave next week, so he was at his parents’ place for the next few days, giving me time to wonder if I could do something with my career in those six months. So I was sitting alone again, dreaming, and this time, it was a little different.