It was six months of joys and tears. The journey which began on the day of that shoot in Rishikesh took me to Mumbai. What a city it was! Full of dreams, hopes and opportunities. And when I arrived, the city just shuddered to accommodate my dreams and hopes too. I just took tiny drop of opportunity from it and the city never complained. The mellow music of the Rishikesh lovingly created by Ganga met the roaring thunder of the Arabian sea, creating a new rhythm. I started singing to its music and dancing to its beats.
Now there is no more singing and no more dance. The music is dead and So am I.
It was six months of friendships and fights. They were the best friends I could hope for, Neil and Sam. What a pair they were! Called me Chashni'. We fought with each other, fought for each other. I did everything I could to protect them, keep harm away from them. Sam always called Neil, an idiot. But she was the biggest of them all. Never saw the love Neil had for her nor she had for him. I did succeed in bringing them together.
Now they are together and I am left alone. The friendship is lost and So am I.
It was six months of love and hate. I hated him from the bottom of my heart and I loved him from the deepest of my soul. I lived the whole life in these months and he was the center of it. Arjun. I tried to pry him away from his fortress of darkness. I lost my light on the way. I was ready to face the world, my family for him. But he was not ready to face his fear. In the end I lost my battle with his demons. To him they were more important than me. I betrayed my fiance, my family for him. And the betrayer got betrayed. What an irony! What a lesson!
Now I have lost my soul and nothing left in me. My heart is shattered and So am I.
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Cricket
Indian Mythology
