Abomination The Owl House Novels & Stories

But I followed him. He started entering the house when Ma stopped him. There were around 21 members of the whole family standing and watching. "Till aarti is not done, you are not allowed to enter in the house." "You know, I don't believe in all this crap and to hell with the rituals. I am not gonna follow thes. So, are you allowing me to enter the house without all this shit or not?" "No." "Fine, then I and Mrs. Singhania are going to enter anyway." With that grabbed my hand and dragged me inside the house and all the family memebers watching him with their jaws open.

It was like the tortious sound of a deranged man. The owl reminded me of my time in Aunty Matilda's place. The red sofa with cream soft pillows resting on its waist, the solid gold walls and the smell of purple hibiscuses that never seemed to leave my nose for a second. The owl in Aunty Matilda's house was gentle, cool-headed and compassionate. It knew the right time to come in the night and the right time to leave just after midnight. It came to my room in Aunty Matilda's house for a whole month; the first month that I spent in her house in Anambra. I mourned the day I waited for the owl to come sing in my window with its restless noise but it never showed up. The next day, I made a small b