The Vermilion Tales
“Roli di! Roli di!” Roli fell off her armchair as an urgent cry startled her out of her reverie. Once again Roli had drifted off while imagining her scenarios in distant lands. She was sitting on the verandah of her house, reading a book and sipping warm milk from her favorite mug. But reading about her ferocious, independent female protagonists invariably lead her to thoughts of her own future and the kind of life she wants to lead. These days such thoughts had been plaguing her all day, refusing to let her sleep. She often found herself dozing off during the day while flitting from one possible situation to another.