FF-Arjun-Wounds..still fresh,pg 7 last part updated - Page 2

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Part 3

Back in the ETF meeting room, the team was busy clearing up the spill

on the table. But they ended up increasing the mess by their inability to

focus. So after having more files dropped and cups broken they

actually decided to just sit down for a while and obtain some clarity of

thought.

It had been more than a year since Arjun joined the team. And his

entry was not entirely frictionless. It was tough adjusting to his

rude,reckless,out of the box methods of investigation. But they had to

admit that his brilliance,his passion,his instincts,his sharp mind had

won them over. They were in awe of him and had almost found him to

be invincible. And that is why they found it hard to believe that

someone had actually manged to scar him for life. They were vaguely

aware of his past, but never quite indulged in getting details for the

sake of professionalism and also because no one really likes hearing

unpleasant stories. Moreover they all had their own problems,their

personal battles to fight. But today when they saw a tangible form of

the wreckage caused in Arjun's life,they could not help but be moved.

As colleagues, as team mates, as just fellow humans.

Each one was lost in exploring their individual equation with Arjun.

Shree and Chotu could not look into each others eyes as they recalled

how they hated working under Arjun and the innumerable times they

had made fun of his anger,his workings,his personality. Just the other

day they had referred to the bandage on his hand as his style

statement. And now they began to see that their socially challenged

second in command was actually wounded beyond imagination.

Saakshi perhaps was lost in deeper thoughts. She had recognized the

pain in Arjun's eyes on the very first day of her work,yet could not

gauge the depth of his abyss. She recalled all those moments where

she accused him of being rude,arrogant,dictatorial; the moments

where she kept on pressing him to smile,to be cheerful, to enjoy life

without realizing that there was no life left in him.His mere survival was

already a miracle. She was self critical of the fact that she actually

assumed that flowers,cutting chai,jokes could help him bounce

back,when all they did was remind him more of all what was missing in

his life. She bit her lip thinking about that fake injury. How on earth

could she have played with the one emotion which was already engulfing

a part of his soul every moment-guilt?

She knew that her intentions were noble,she had no selfish interests

hidden in helping Arjun vent out his angst,it was purely out of genuine

concern she felt for him. But she knew she had been immature in

executing her purpose and was brave enough to accept it.

Aisha had to practically admit that there was nothing they could do,but

sincerely wished that there was someway in which they could help the

man get justice..She was silently admiring the resilience of the man.

She could not imagine if the physical marks were so gory,how badly

must he be bleeding within. And all along he did not glorify his

tragedy,never sought to become a victim in the eyes of others. He had

heroically endured it all alone and was ready to do so for the rest of his life.

At that very moment Shree voiced a concern which everyone had-"Will

we be able to interact with him as before?"

For a moment everyone was pensive. Aisha responded with

confidence- "Yes we will. Arjun sir needs our support,not sympathy.

The least we can do for him is be a bit more sensitive and give him his

space. We have always respected him,can we now respect his grief?."

Everyone agreed with a smile. The ETF team was not called special

without reason. This team was destined to be a part of Arjun's life and it

would always stand by him,irrespective of his own will.

Part 4

Had Arjun heard this conversation,he would have been much relieved.

Because while sitting alone on the beach,he was dreading facing his

team again. Being an object of pity was the last thing he wanted. There

was a reason behind keeping the old wound still under wraps. For it

had only been cured but never quite healed. For him it was not just a

memento of his tragedy,it was a proof of his failure,his defeat. And

being stripped off his veil in front of his team filled him with some

strange sort of shame. His self respect,and not his ego had been hurt.

But he could not deny that he suddenly felt lighter. He knew that no

one could provide him the solace,but the others in spite of being mere

spectators today, were nevertheless a part of the scene now. The door

he had shut long ago had cracked slightly, and he could not help

thanking Saakshi for helping him share his pain with others without the

aid of words.

A little boy building a sand mansion, suddenly caught his eyes. He

observed the love with which the boy carved each corner of his

house,oblivious of the threatening waves. And when he did notice the

approaching wave,he confidently put his arms around the house

thinking that would save it. Arjun squeezed shut his eyes and looked

away for he very well knew what was about to happen.He was all too

familiar with this as he too had witnessed his world being swept away

right in front of his eyes. And like the naive boy he was confident that

his able arms would always manage to repel any danger. No one

needed to remind him of the price he had to pay for this assumption.

The sun was beginning to set and Arjun found himself to be staring

blankly at his receding shadow. His lips twirled into a strange sort of a

smile. He realized that his shadow was what had been giving him

company all along the years. And he wanted to express his

gratitude to it, for being the only one to have not accused him..to have

not disbelieved him.,,to have not abandoned him.

He sighed and tried to divert his thoughts. He hated indulging in self

pity,but today he was being drawn into the web of self reflection. He

looked up into a sky. And his eyes met a fleet of birds retuning to their

nests. He felt an acute pang of pain in his chest as he recalled those

lost evenings when he too looked forward to returning home. He

lamented over the fact that life never gave him a warning before

changing forever. There were so many moments he had taken for

granted not knowing that their days were numbered in his life. He

strained to remember, there surely must have been a last normal day

in his life...a last happy meal...a last movie he enjoyed...a last song he

hummed..a last joke he cracked...a last gift he bought..a last festival he

celebrated..a last holiday he relaxed..a last pleasant dream he had...

How did his existence come to this..

He had to snap out of his musings because they were beginning to

overwhelm him. He got up and started walking towards the

roaring sea. The steps he took were assertive yet measured and they

came to an abrupt halt. He looked without blinking into the intimidating waves

and thought...had there not been the fire still burning in his heart,the

task still incomplete,the wound still fresh,...no one could have stopped him from walking straight into the heart of the sea.

And he turned and walked back to the shore. To the place where he

belonged for now.

actually i hv no words
speechless
arjun bro pain so very well written
i hv tears
lov d team spirit
so easily connected
hats off dear
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ps. change d title as pg3 new update

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