guys my update...hope you like it...its not sharon but swayam's pov. this was actually harder to write than sharon's...do tell' me how u like it.
She is coughing...so badly...everyday lately i have been seeing her coughing. Is she okay? I begged her, threatened her, to take some tests for her health...but i seriously doubt she is going to pay any heed.
And she is not dancing properly anymore. She is avoiding, disdaining and treating me like she used to long back. As if nothing ever happened between us. Whenever she is quiet i see a haunting sort of pain in her eyes, and when in those Spartan seconds of nearness occur...i perceive a longing...an increase of heartbeats...and then a stern return to cold shouldering me. Well i am not gonna give up yet. If i have not given up for so many years then now, even if there is the remotest chance of her being mine...i am going to fight god if need be to pull her and tie her to me...forever.
there was once a time when i was content to see her happy...even if her happiness was not with me, she ignored me, thought of me as loser and a weakling well beneath her attention. And i resigned myself to it. i hankered after her attention, but withdrew to the sidelines...like a child standing with his face plastered to a shop window where his favourite, coveted toy is displayed, but he lacks the faculty to own it... when she looked down like a princess does upon a spellbound commoner.
What was i but just a nerd? I could never really match up to my father's expectations or his prowess. I was just not good enough. I had always disappointed him. never been good enough. I was a weakling in every sense of the word..not because i by choice hate asserting, showing off and advertising myself...but because i never took the initiative to be what i could be. I used to be like a ship without a rudder, not knowing where i fit in.. Being cool and popular like Rey...like karan malik sir...they were just beyond a loser like me
Worse still i did not know what to do with myself, where i wanted to be, or who i was.
Sharon does not know what she is to me...she is a reason for me to turn my life around..to assert myself, come out of my shell and play to be top dog...she is the reason how i found my second love, in which i plan to make a career...dance.kriya fought to make weaklings a team and i just joined it to impress sharon...and found i was good at something.
She infuriated me so much once with her constant belittling that i, frustrated and thinking her to be materialistic enough to choose partners as per their status, renounced my quest of trying to woo her. ...cause I prefer riding a cycle to college than get late trying to channel a fashionable car through mumbai's traffic packed streets just because i happen to own one and it might awe my fellow students...and the last thing i would want Sharon or my friends to accept me for would be status. i am more comfortable with the easy going weaklings than having to be stuck up like the dazzlers formerly were.
None of my friends understood why i could not give up on her. Anybody in my place probably would have felt snubbed, been furious at her attitude and moved on, probably insulting her with barb like words just for good measure.
But i could'nt.
I tried, but not even time or mentally distancing myself from her could hinder my heart beating for her...and i tried running away from her, when it pained me to see her with shivam...but where would i run? I have never considered any destination without Sharon associated with it. all my dreams, my aspirations have centered and branched around the fact that i want to be worthy of Sharon.
That day she came to me and confessed that i meant something to her and that she was affected by me...the day we agreed to give ourselves a chance to work out our feelings for each other.Our relationship...trial or whatever, i have never been happier in my life. And not just me, i warrant that she was happy with me...everyday we seemed to understand each other a bit more... and lord sharon was much more beautiful inwardly than even i had ever imagined her to be..
nobody had ever taken such pains to fathom me, talk things out with me,adjust to my introvert behaviour and try to get close enough to know and comfort me,and stop me from being an escapist...teaching me to face life. she improved me. i would not have won that championship if i had decided to walk away just because Sharon had decided to break up with me. She taught me to live for myself...made me promise to dance , she fought to help us gain entry in indiafest...to realise our dreams.its because of Sharon that i have learned to have the clout to achieve...beget what i crave, what i dream of.well i dream of her, i crave her...and as taught by her, i am gonna get her. I cannot settle for anything less than her love anymore...for anything less than a happy life with her.
The day she confessed just before she went away, that i was important to her...and she really , really liked me...the day i perceived the fact, that in spite of losing a dance championship for the first time in her life...sharon raiprakash was cheering for me...was happy for me...was proud of me...thought of my success as a compensation for her loss. That day i knew...that i would make her mine whatever happens, this was no trial anymore..., because if this was what sharon's like felt like...what would her love be like?
Who else understands her as well as i do? Who else to has she ever disclosed her vulnerabilities, her mass of self doubts astonishing to anybody who is accustomed to being dazzled by her confident, sparkling demeanour; or her childishnesses? Her naughty glee on getting me into trouble, and then apologizing for it...her soft, caring side for me and my sister...which i think surprised even her that she actually possessed one. sensing me upset , knowing my temper,why does she run to me, to salvage the relationship between me, my sister and my best friend, which she knows would hurt me most? Why does she cling on to me to rescue her from water? She scratches me to bits...holding on as if sensing i wont flinch...as if she owns me. . does not love me huh? All of a sudden...just like that, i went from important to dirt in her eyes? I don't buy it.
i don't buy the fact that she is even avoiding dance. one moment she is about to kiss me...and the next she gives me attitude like an unbroken stallion. she trusts me to spend a night with her in her room...but the next morning she acts as if i am a particularly smelly patch of grime? Do i misread her when i see her losing herself in my gaze? Well Ms. Raiprakash i love you for what you are and i will tell it to you so many times that you wont have any choice but to love me again.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------He walked in on me while i was using my inhaler.
Edited by medhasarkar - 12 years ago
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