Romans & histoires Lives To Tell The Tale

"Your boss? How do you know his story? I... oh, Ta. A clear story." For some reason, Tata ends up telling the whole story about Levi, complete with Echa in it. Every word she utters is responded to with Jenni's wide-open mouth. Perhaps she's so astonished to hear someone's life story. "If it's made into a soap opera, it could air hundreds of episodes, Ta." Tata just grimaces. "But what's it got to do with you, Ta?" "Not much, really." Tata laughs again. "I don't know why I'm bothered and feel... awkward."

I've learned that it's better to tell people as little as possible about my life before. I once told my entire story to a random stranger, a woman who shared a meal with me on the street, and she laughed at me the whole time. I would never forget her words, “They hef places fer people like yeh.” “People like me?” I asked. “Ya. People that live in fantasylands like yeh do. Yah shed go there. They will hep yah.” “Miss?” Glover said, pulling me from the past. “I asked if you’d be all right with a cold meal. It’s a warm day, and-”

I sighed dejectedly, running one hand through my tangled hair. "Speaking of pasts, what's your story?" He wore a serious look and turned his seat to face me. He was interested in hearing my story, but I had my reservations about divulging everything about me to a total stranger who had my heart clasped in his grasp with one hollow of his dimples. If I must tell him anything, for my heart's sake, I must be selective with my story. I told him I was a human, to which he smiled suspiciously. I told him about the death of my parents, but I lied that I lived with a distant aunt and her humble family on a ranch in Illinois.

And he falls silent. Waiting for my response? "That's good," I say, "because I don't want to share you either." He smiles and sits back, sipping his wine, his expression thoughtful. "Tell me about 'redbreast' and 'ravens'," he says. "I expected you to simply give me 'yellow' and 'red' or something similar. It sounds as though there is a story behind the two words." "It's from when I was a little girl," I say. "There were ravens at the bottom of our garden, and when I was small, they seemed so huge."

She got promoted to a very high designation in her office, bought her own apartment and she started living a very comfortable life. Everyone claimed and some even told her it would be hard for her without Oliver. Even she thought that it wouldn't be easy to move on and get used to the fact that he wasn't around. But unexpectedly life became more life-like and progressive without him. The concept of love was never really clear to her. People said that it was very hard and heart wrenching to live without the ones you love. When Oliver left, she thought she would break down and living without him would be very difficult.