The Sun And Her Flowers Rupi Kaur Novels & Stories

persona they had crafted. Who could have imagined that beneath those polished exteriors lurked such vile, disgusting souls? The dormitory for international students was a two-person room. When I walked into my assigned dorm, I froze for a moment upon seeing my roommate. She looked a lot like Zoe, but far more beautiful. "Hi, I'm Zoe Simpson. Are you the new exchange student?" I froze. It really was Zoe, but why did she look so different? A seed of doubt was planted in my mind.

Delhi (Indian capital) 7 a.m. A morning where sun is really happy! Sun rises and perhaps knew that this day is going to change many lives. And the two people who are going to be affected the most have no idea about it. And one of them is Kiyara Gupta. She is like a fresh breeze of spring. Her attitude, personality and whole life can be a light to many. She is an orphan and she has lived her life in an orphanage and studied fashion designing through student loan. Then she started living on her own by earning from some side jobs and that is how she completed her studies and today is her first interview.

A laugh escaped me. I looked around, and my gaze came to rest on Maya and Warren. "You want proof? Then let me show you proof." As I spoke, I moved closer, and while they weren't watching, I scattered the pollen of the moonshadow flower over the two of them. In an instant, Warren's wolf surged awake.

Nina opened her eyes and was greeted by the rising sun. She slowly sat up on her bed. It was a sunny day but she it felt like there were clouds in her room. The door burst open and Mrs. Story walked in. “Hey, what’s wrong with you?” She asked and sat on her bed “this is the first time you’re waking up this late for work” Nina looked at the time and hopped out of bed, but she was struck by morning sickness and she made a dash for the bathroom.

My feet carried me past the rose beds, past the fountain, all the way to the far east patch where the sunflowers grew tall and stubborn against the stone wall. They were the only thing blooming this late in the season. Gold petals, turned toward the sun, swaying like they didn’t know the rest of the castle was falling apart. I stopped and took in a deep breath to enjoy the fresh scent. And then I saw her. Nyra. A few steps ahead, half-bent over one of the apple trees near the sunflower border. A woven basket hung from her arm, already heavy with some fruits. Her other hand trembled as she reached for another branch.

I had been filing things about Daisy Brown without permission since the morning she arrived with two suitcases and the grief she was not going to show anyone. I bought the sunflower. The woman at the counter did not comment on it. I walked the two blocks home in the November cold with a single sunflower and thought about what I was doing and decided it was the right thing even if I could not have explained the full logic of it to anyone who asked. The apartment was quiet when I got in.

Selina closed her eyes, then opened them again for a moment, trying to forget the disgusting feeling this light brought. She glanced around. All around her, the grass was grass, and the field was lonely. In the distance, colorful flowers spread their wings, showing themselves in the sunlight. These flowers are wildflowers, no one to take care of them, but they can still rise and bloom, despite the stormy rain, the harsh sun, and rain. Selina looked around a few times, still seeing no village or house, just like half a millennium ago, so desolate.

Although, he would never know that. My heart still ached at the thought when I woke up. The sun was already rising as I held the cup of coffee while watching it rise from my unit. I am a lover of sunrise and I am a morning person. I would never start a day without looking at the run rises wherever I am. And, a cup of coffee will also make my day. Although, I am feeling lazy today. What? Am I broken? “Okay. It’s another day.” I whispered to myself. “Why am I getting sad over him?”

The yellow petals are very beautiful. She turned her head to look at David lying on the bed, her tone bitter. "David, the sunflower here is not as beautiful as the sunflower pot you gave me." She gave a weak smile and went back to the chair beside the bed, taking David's hand, she spoke softly. "You gave me a sunflower pot but I broke it. You woke up and gave me another sunflower pot, okay?" She buried her face in his palm for a long time, her tears falling down his hand again.

I’m not a gloomy person by any means, but when everyone thinks of you as this ray of sunshine, some high expectations come along with that, and I don’t like to disappoint people. Why do I have to be a ray of sunshine for everyone? When do I get to just be Aurora Williams: human being? _______________ Authors Note: To anyone familiar with my previous work, I will go ahead and tell you that this is nothing like what I've done before. I've written this book to challenge myself as a writer. Also, there are some rape scenes that may trigger some readers, so keep that in mind before you begin reading. The book is yet to be edited so some slight adjustments will be made in the future for redundanci