KISAN BOKO

About this Novel

In a country, within a state, nestled in a neighborhood, there stood a grand house. Inside its spacious living room, a woman named Nadiya sat, her gaze fixed on a large glass tank containing a miniature sea inhabited by small fish called Sisara. These fish were alive, not mere automatons. Strangely, while it appeared as if Nadiya was observing the little sea creatures in front of her, she herself wasn't entirely sure what she was looking at. Likewise, her friend sitting beside her couldn't fathom the source of her distress. Nadiya's heart was shrouded in darkness, concealing the self-blame she felt for not investigating further when the opportunity had presented itself. "Hey Nadiya, what's bothering you? You've been lost in thought since childhood with this sort of thinking," her friend inquired. Nadiya rose from her seat, worry etched on her face. She walked over to a small refrigerator near the Tangaran beach, opened it, and retrieved a small cup filled with Tangaran and something else. After placing the cup back in the fridge and closing it, she approached the large glass window overlooking the garden behind the house, shaking her head in frustration.