The Vase of Vanishment (Part-1)
It was the morning of a hot summer day. The sun was fuming in the sky. People walking around the neighbourhood drowned with sweat as they made tremendous effort to take a step while convincing themselves that their destination was only few feet away from them. Lily pulled a water bottle from her embroidered backpack and she instantly doubted the light weight of the bottle. As she suspected, the bottle was empty except for a little drop at the corner. She flipped the bottle and eyed the little drop thirstily. The empty bottle now lay down on the road after being emptied and thoroughly examined by lily for any sign of liquid. “There it is!” her mother said, pointing to the large house ahead. The house was covered with white walls accompanied by a black roof. The windows were dotted here and there. The smooth, granite steps that extended to the large oak door welcomed them as they made their way into the house. Lily’s mother softly knocked on the door as to...