That was when my mom and dad got divorced.
Initially mom moved out and shifted to a new place, but i guess it didn't fit her class. She was way too high-voltaged, as me and sam called it. She was a high-voltaged tube, which was on the verge of cutting-through, and once thats done, you know you need a replacement. But i guess dad never intended on getting a replacement when mom left to US taking along one of the most important things in my life, just for the sake of getting her own will, and the share of my dads company.
A desperate woman in need, is more dangerous that the enemy and killer indeed, samrat used to say.
Im afraid gunjan leaving hurt sam more than it affected me. For samrat gunjan was an addiction, a drug, a daily dose of vodka, no offence intended there. But for me gunjan was like the honey in the flower, the air that i breath, the love that i needed to be ME.
I guess that was what changed me, and my living to the extent of losing the second most important person of my life, mayank.
Thats what i always thought. But i was wrong. ALWAYS WRONG.
Because he was neither of them. He was a craving-for-love kid from a spoiled rich bas***d who dint give a damn about his son.
Mayank to Mr. Sharma was a unintended mistake, in mr sharmas words,
And the love craving kid, came up to me for the little love and care, which never crossed him, forcing him to leave to US to his elder sister, dia dutta and her love-rubbed husband, benjiwal dutta.
That was when i realised he had become the reason i wanted to live.
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No more drugs, no more cigarettes, no more drinks, it would be over in a few moments. Just a few moments of gruelling pain, before the world would reckon that some unknown female in this world like many other teenagers commited suicide, because her life didn't work out the way it should have.
'cmon buddy, there has to be something better in our cup for today! Whats with the youth of today? Suicide coz their life didn't work out> baahh!!'
She recited in her mind, as her thoughts provoked her unwillingness, as the toxicated shampoo emptied itself into her.
She didn't know why she was making herself go through this, the only thing that made her do this was her intuitions. It was over, she thought, as the empty shampoo bottle toppled over the basin to the floor where she lay cringing her hands over her stomach.
As she lay there, she knew what she really wanted today in her life, thats something not even yogis could figure with their entire life in their hands. Gunjan wanted delhi. Her spirit, her innocence, but more than that, she wanted samrat. The guy who had led her to live life, retaining her innocence.
But now someting had changed, atleast thats what she assumed, since the last time she called him, there was a strange cold ness in his tone, and his voice had turned harshly unfriendly, why she didn't understand.
But as she lay there ready to live the final moments of her life, she desperately wanted a last wish, a last happy, loving, concerned conversation, with the guy who she never seemed to understand these days, samrat shergill.
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Alright guys, here goes the preface.
Hope you guys liked it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This one goes out to soni the girl who spent hours, trying to figure out a decent enough title.
End result: NOTHING!
BOTH OF US LOST OUR BRAINS AND OUR SENSES!
And to shinzi and anna who askdd me nd urged me to write!!
And of course, all those insane idiots ofmine, who sit with me, and chat with me, and talk to me on y mssng! U guys rock..
Hope u guysss understood what im talking about!
Hugssssss
sindhya
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
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