Hey guys so this is part three as you can all guess. I was going to cut this into two parts but decided against that. So if it is too long I do apologise. ENJOY :D P.S. All comments and criticisms are most welcome as well as suggestions
Part 3
Maanvi had been diagnosed with Leukaemia six months ago; she was constantly in and out of hospital. She had a loving family by her side, who wanted her to fight and beat this disease, and for them she kept a brave face, but the fight was finally getting to her. She didn't want to fight anymore. Enough was enough. Every time she left the hospital, she knew that she would be right back here, in the next few days, either for another round of treatment or from the side effects of her medication. Virat and Jeevika never left her side, for which she was grateful; however, she did not have anyone to confide in. Everyone would simply try to comfort her, and give her the courage to fight, but that is not what she wanted. After being sent to her room to rest upon returning from the hospital, Maanvi laid on her bed. Something she no longer enjoyed. Before her diagnoses, Maanvi loved her bed, and always wished to stay there, but no more. The bed had become cold and empty and laying there provided no comfort. Only loneliness and sorrow surrounded her, as time slowly ticked away. Viren came into room to check on Maanvi thinking she was asleep. However, as Maanvi stared up at the ceiling she did not know that Viren was even in the room, not until he came and covered her with a blanket.
"Jiju?" Maanvi said softly and confused voice, she grabbed Viren arm tightly as he was leaving.
"Hey there Sali saiba. How are you feeling?" Viren asked with concern in his voice, before sitting on the bed next to her, brushing his fingers through her hair.
"Jiju, what is this, how many times will I be asked 'How are you feeling?' That question makes me... want to grab this book and throw it, at the next person who asks."
"Well I can see you haven't lost your spirit, that's a good sign" Viren chuckled he looked at Maanvi thinking she would find it amusing, but he saw a discontented Maanvi.
"Hey" he said, wiping the tears from Maanvi face. "What's the matter? My sali saiba with tears in her eyes, that's not something I want to see. Ever."
"Jiju please, don't. I don't want to hear anything like, 'don't worry, nothing will happened to you, you'll get better soon.' I'm sick of hearing it, and truthfully, it doesn't help at all. It just makes me feel a hundred times worse. I want someone to talk to about what I am feeling, but what I have to say may not please them. If Di and Virat hear me talk like this.. they ... would st ... op me in my tr..ack..s"
Viren become scared, because he could see that Maanvi was getting out of breath because of her emotions. He got some water for her and asked her to drink it. Refusing to drink it, Maanvi said she was fine and after a few minutes, she was. She sat up and wanted to get up, simply leave, go somewhere, anywhere, just leave this nightmare that had become her life. But before she could even move, Viren held her by the shoulders and sat her down.
"Look Maanvi" Viren said compassionately, rubbing his hands on Maanvi's arms. "We all love you and want you to get better. We are trying to keep your hopes up. So we say things like..."
"I get that Jiju", Maanvi says sympathetically.
"But I want someone to listen to me. What I want, what I feel! I know my illness has affected everyone, especially Di and the relationships she hold dear. But I have to live through it. I'm going through treatment; I'm suffering the side effects. As much as Di and Virat are there for me, they are not here, in my position, feeling what I am feeling. And whenever I try to talk about something real with them, they simply dismiss me. I'm no longer a child. As much as it kills me to say, I'm not the same person I was a few months ago. I'm a grown women, I'm 22 years old and am facing mortality. That kind of knocks some sense into you."
Viren had tears in his eyes. Was this the same girl that danced at his wedding? Who would be in and out of a room like a flash, and would only leave havoc as her trail. That person had disappeared, and left someone who is more mature than she should ever have to be for her age. Maanvi had always been strong and brave but seeing this side of her, a vulnerable, frightened and dishearten women was unimaginable. However, as she said she is facing her own mortality and is coming to terms with that.
Looking away, and wiping his tears. Viren coughed to try and clear this throat before saying anything.
"Ok... I guess you are right. You are surely not the same girl you were and we cannot expect you to be." Viren takes her hand.
"I may not know what it feels like to go through treatment and to face up to your own mortality. But if you want to talk anything, that you think you can't say to either Jeevika or Virat. Or you simply want to vent all your frustration out to someone, then... I'm your guy."
Maanvi leans on Viren's shoulders and they hug. As Viren lets go of Maanvi he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns and sees Jeevika standing behind him.
"Jeevika? I was just leaving, Maanvi wants to rest." Jeevika looks down at her sister, who was slowly falling asleep. She constantly worried about not only Maanvi's health but also who was around her. She tucks her baby in to bed and sits by her side. Viren whispers in her ear "Come out for a second, I want to talk to you."
Not wanting to leave Maanvi's side, Jeevika simply refuses by nodding her head.
"She'll be fine, I'll send Virat in to ease your worries, if you like, just give me a few minutes." Viren explained to Jeevika calmly. He knew the only way to speak to her was to be calm, getting frustrated; especially in front of Maanvi would not help his case.
Jeevika finally left Maanvi, who by this point was asleep. Viren and Jeevika step out of Maanvi's room and heading towards their own. After reaching their room, Viren shut the door, as he didn't want anyone to hear what he had to say. (The walls had ears)
"Virenji, what the matter, I should be with Maanu, if it's about what you said at the hospital, then..." Jeevika walks towards the door, as she spend every moment she could with her sister, even if she was sound asleep.
Viren took Jeevika hand, "Jeevika... I actually want to talk about Maanvi"
"Maanvi?! There nothing wrong is there? The doctor didn't tell you something did he, that they didn't tell me?" Viren could see the fear running across Jeevika's face whenever he mentioned Maanvi. He sat her down on her chair and sat on the table opposite. Still holding her hands to ease her initial shock.
"No, it's nothing like that, but I think that..." Viren paused for a moment. "... it's just think that we should go out. I mean go out somewhere, with Maanvi. Somewhere or do something that she really wants to do."
Utterly confused by Viren suggestion, she begins to question his meaning.
"I mean, Maanvi was such a carefree bird and loved enjoying life to its fullest, maybe we should find something that she would enjoy. Maybe change her scenery, from the hospital and home."
Meanwhile, in Maanvi's room, Maanvi was still asleep and Virat sat by her side. He wondered how he could love her so much. He spent many moments thinking about how he would eventually tell her how he felt. But when was the right moment? How could he declare his love? Love wasn't something that needed to be declared, it is felt. In some respects, he felt as if Maanvi already knew and that she feels the same.
He always knew love was not a fairy tale and never expected it to be. Yet he didn't know that life could have so many hurdles. As he looked at her, he remembered all the sweet moments that they shared together. He had held onto so much pain from his past that it had made him bitter. Regretting the past was one thing, but that bitterness can poison the people around you. His love for Maanvi erased that poison and he began to be the man, he always wanted to be.
He always believed that, love had the notion that it will concur all and if you are in love or found that person then problems cease to exist. Unfortunately, that's not the case. Being in love means that in spite of those difficulties you are able to get through them with the support of your loved one. Life has a habit of throwing us off course, but it is up to you how you will react in such circumstances. Will you run and hide like a coward in the shadows, or make a choice based on your convictions. Just make sure that the decision you make, you do not regret when you look back at your life. Are these the decisions you want to be remembered for? Every decision we take, shapes our lives, in every moment your future is being decided.
Virat had once envisioned what he thought his life might be. He always wanted to lead an extraordinary life, with everything his heart desired. Who wants their life to be ordinary? Who wants to lead a simple life? We all set out to make our life extraordinary. His life flowed liked the beats of a song, and he lived with the same passion. Every song has to come to an end at some point, but how it ends is up to us. Would we simply fade out or fight until the last beat. He knew everything would come to an end, but how could he stand back and watch those moments of life his life pass by. Watching the person he loved, wither away, into someone so different. He tried to fill her life with happiness, but naively happiness was not a permanent state. It was a mood, much like anger and depression. However, he could say, at this moment in time that he was happy. Happy in the way his life was forming. It may not be ideal, but he was with the one he loved in her time of need, and knew when the time came, she would step up and follow in those footsteps.
Coming up- Jeevika and Viren's conversation
Part 4- page 5
Edited by -Pj- - 13 years ago
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