My foster maa and baba went down the hills last night. I cried like a baby holding onto her. But she suddenly seems to become more careful, shy, uncomfortable with my touch. The affection in her eyes has turned to a deeply set respect which I was never used to. I have become Mahendra Bahubali, samraat of Mahishmathi, and am no longer her shivu. It hurt me a bit. No. A lot actually. But then, people belong to a place and a purpose. You cannot force them to do something else with their lives.
I let them go.
I, Mahendra Bahubali will try my best to keep people happy. But my gravest problem is, I have never seen the man, who looked like me or whom I look like, who loved people as much as they are loving me now which is a lot. And who died without getting anything he deserved. And I question myself, do I deserve everything I am getting? I have never met him. I don't know how he felt, what he felt, why he felt.
When I look at the face of my mother, my real mother I met after twenty five years of my life, I see a void. I know she will make me everything I am not now, , everything that's needed to become Mahendra Bahubali, Amarendra Bahubali's descendant. I know she'll do her duties. But will my mother ever actually be happy? Ever?
My daadi, my savior was beautiful and strong. A portrait of hers recently painted is adorning the courtroom. She saved me and I am thankful to her for my life. And I so wish she was alive with me too. But deep down, a sigh of relief runs . My father, got to meet his mother soon after he died. And I, got to lose my father soon after I took birth.
Amarendra Bahubali, I can only cry before the immense statue of yours being built in the yard, can you please return? For a day?
I need to touch you. Feel you. Hear your voice and see your face.
And yes, make you sit on the chair you rightfully deserved.More than me.
Baba, can you not come to meet your Mahendra once?
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
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