RaYa OS: He is my mirror

Written on behalf of Priya. For the first time.

It was an unremarkable day, we woke up, ate, Mr. Kapoor left for a business meeting, and I stayed at home, because there are no classes today and Sara did not ask for help in the bakery.

Thinking about how to take the next hour, she went to the mirror in our room, that is, in the bathroom, she wanted to open the water tap, but could not.

For some reason, I remembered the day in that shopping center, when I was talking to myself at the mirror. This is my old habit, since childhood, when I was little, I liked to stand in front of the mirror and pretend to be different people. An actress died in me, so my mother says, and I answer to myself: "She was killed by men - Mahendra Sud and Neeraj." These people know nothing but selfishness and exaltation at the expense of others.

He is not like that, Mr. Ram Kapoor is not like that at all. He teaches me to be positive and to believe.

I'll try, I look in the mirror, I try to play.

I understand that I can’t, the point is not in my problems, I see Ram in myself. Even if I almost never call him by his name, in my mirror he is Ram.

He gave me a part of himself.

I can feel his bad jokes coming out of my mouth, more and more I want to do something whimsical and a little childish, like he does.

I want to come up to hug again, sharply, without words. I find myself in it. His sentimentality is infectious. At the same time, it seems to me that he sees himself in me. Sometimes Mr. Kapoor is amazingly cruel and serious, my spirit of karuz kind of got into him. He likes to be quiet with me. When we go to bed, we share silence for a few hours before sleep. Mr Kapoor and silence, just imagine...

We are still very different, only fragments of our mirrors know how much this difference is one - he lost love, lives with the habit of giving, my love was trampled on, but I don’t know how to receive, I only know the ability to give. Exactly like my husband.

I know that he does not need to be asked, if something happens, he will give the last drop of blood, then I will pour mine into him.

I turn my head at the mirror a little to the side and again I see him: a person, a businessman, a person who is able to decide alone.

As for me, I remain the same: the self-sufficient teacher Priya, who needs him from Mr. Kapoor, no more.

This is our connection: he penetrated me, I do not tear myself away from him. But it's easy for me, I'm sure that I'm free. I can fly, if the wings fail, he will catch me, I will do the same for him.

This is our forced connection. When it developed into this state, I do not know. Now I don’t see myself in the mirror alone, there are two of us. He is my mirror, assembled from many fragments, and I am his.

Once the mirror recovers from the last scratch, he will help me, and I will be with him until my last breath. If the mirror breaks again, we will die together to see the next life.

Beautiful … such eloquence poured into the thought of mirror in each other philosophy that you’ve said about previously as well! This piece is just…❤️ !

The part where she imagines ram to be his own and she to be her own yet she made it clear that they are heading and imbibing peace and pieces of each other and that in the tirade of lone strength finds the armistice of support and nurture👍🙏

The last line made my eye twinkle a little though🥺

Such beautiful writing such beautiful imagery…I do think these two characters Ram and Priya have that potential…Ram and Priya are both givers…they have been hurt…one whose parents were both taken early in life the other whose father wasn’t there for her…yet without receiving as much as a typical blessed child receives both have this ability to care selflessly…hopefully they will prioritize their relationship and continue to share with the others God/fate has brought into their path…their relatives and friends…some more deserving and some less deserving…

looking forward to more of writing…hoping the creatives of the show can also pick up some of your thoughts ❤️

If the mirror breaks again, we will die together to see the next life.

🥺🥺🥺

So beautiful. So serene.

I liked that she is starting to feel sanguine about life again. And she can see both of their reflections into each other no matter how small it seems right now but sometimes a small ray can be a salvation for a person who is grasping at straws, and that's what they are for each other.

I've become a fan of your writing! You pen down those feelings that we can't see and this was beautiful.

Makes me love and feel protective of Priya even more.

Please write something similar as Ram's POV.

This was such amazing write up dear, loved the way you have expressed it through mirror. Beautifully penned down. Keep writing more. 😳

Wow. This was so beautifully written! 👏Loved it ❤️

Thank you, your words are so inspiring. I tried to portray something that reflects the essence of their relationship, something special

Thanks so nice. It seems to me that Ram and Priya should learn to balance between caring for others and their own desires. It was that they did not think of themselves a little more often that led to bleeding wounds.

Thank you dear. Together they can make their mirror intact, happy and loving. The path is already open. Serene, hardly, but correct, the same