ArHi SS: Heartbeat Radio - Completed - Page 5

Marvelous piece of writing...love d way u write...

Ok, I had to come back and say this. There were moments in the show which did point to why Khushi fell for Arnav. They went unexplored but they happened. I think the scene at the temple where she sees Arnav and Anjali together during the first Rakshabandhan is a major turning point for Khushi. Also the one where she sees him buy pigeons for a little girl, so that her prayers might be answered. Him paying the hospital bills for her father without telling her anything about it. So she realises that despite all his douchebaggery, there is a kind, sensitive man hidden in there. It wasn't love, but she was definitely intrigued by him. Add to that the orphan factor and incredible physical attraction, and voila, we have a love story.

Originally posted by: StripePurple

I think that the flippant style makes stuff like this seem more angsty, rather than the straightforward description of a temper-tantrum or tears. In the show, regarding whatever little depth they gave to Khushi, they showed her deliberately using her characteristic jovial, flippant tone to shrug off huge problems and indignities. So yes, you're right, her angst lies in the non-angst. Her tendency was to bury her problems deep inside and simply going about her life before bursting open when it all piled up and she couldn't take it anymore. All this was, of course, before the writers went haywire and made her a crying rag-doll. One can only wish they had explored her character in more detail.

Also wanted to say, your style of writing seems very familiar somehow. :)

Now that you mention it, I wondered why she wasn't being more aggressive towards her hurt and pain. But I guess ignoring till it goes away was one of her mantras [or the writers] and it made her define her own character as being self sacrificial which in fact, she was not.

Good to be familiar than being alienated, I think :)

Originally posted by: pearl.b

Marvelous piece of writing...love d way u write...

Thank you :)

5. Scars

Let's connect the scars the tragedies of our past has left on us and make a masterpiece.

*****

He is good in noticing things. He reads more than needed when it comes to Khushi. Sometimes his observation beats the pattern by a long shot but this is one of the times when he believes he is spot on. The heat behind her argument is stale by a week and the energy behind the vitality is more of a hum than steady strum of beat.

He catches her alone in a bus-stop nearby. Trickling darkness has trickled away patrons from the place and her loneliness surrounds her like a bright aura.

He knows what's going on with her because he is going through the same thing as her. It was ironic how in tragedy they were equals while he mocked their inequality in each aspect of their lives.

Death, has a way of peeling the layers we build upon and leave us bare and vulnerable to the wind and rain and...people. It shows what we are it also shows what other people are.

She doesn't even register his presence with her stare fixed on the clasped fingers on her lap. Buses come and go, patrons get in and get off but the two don't move from where they are sitting. The silence between them is new and unexplored but it has a voice of its own.

"I had a friend in school who said he held his mother's hand when she died. Death came to her slowly, in the form of terminal cancer and with each passing day he felt his mother's grip loosen and slack. The transition moment from life to death was like leaving a whoosh of air after swimming under the ocean for so long. He says its the worst way to watch a person die." He says softly.

Khushi takes a moment to respond. "Death is death. There isn't a good or a bad way to it, you know?" He nods. He knows.

"Does it make me a bad person for not remembering their faces from memory anymore? I mean...I had three years with them, you know? I have been taken care of and looked after like a daughter to my parents yet...yet there is this...inexplicable ache in my gut, an empty space in my heart which refuses to go away. Everyone says it gets better with time, you know?" Her fingers shake violently with her repressing the sobs that intend to break out of her skin.

"It doesn't get better. It doesn't get worse either. It just...stays, you know?" He shares his point of view, freely. His sister encountered same loss as him and back then he allowed her to grieve the way she wanted to. He had to be the strong one, the one who held his teenage sister in his eleven year old arms and rocked her till she fell asleep.

"I don't want this pain to go away. I...I feel if I let go of this pain, I will have nothing of my parents to hold on to." He understands this too.

He never understood her before. She was always judgmental about him.

In their misery, they discover each other.

"Why are you here?" She asks after an hour of silence.

He shrugs. "I want to be here. With you. Today."

She doesn't question his overly punctuated response.

She doesn't question when he slips his hand to hers and squeezes gently.

She doesn't question when he ushers her to his car and they drive around for few hours before dropping her home.

She doesn't question the way his fingers linger on her arm when she has a step out of his car.

She takes in his soft smile and tired eyes without question.

Sometimes, talking is overrated, she thinks.

I love the way you start each entry with a haiku. Are you a poet? I do think so. The entire FF has been written with such a succinct grace that I am quite in awe!

I think that this shared moment of understanding is where it all starts. Arnav is stripped off his pretenses for once and he feels Khushi's vulnerability as his own. This conversation had no decorations of insults and taunts, no chance of getting distorted...it was simple and ordinary for all intents and purposes but with them it feels like a huge leap, as if they've crossed a threshold. What comes next remains to be seen. Words are overrated just as talking is. Suffice is tp say that the shooting star is a brilliant narrator. 😊

Originally posted by: StripePurple

Ok, I had to come back and say this. There were moments in the show which did point to why Khushi fell for Arnav. They went unexplored but they happened. I think the scene at the temple where she sees Arnav and Anjali together during the first Rakshabandhan is a major turning point for Khushi. Also the one where she sees him buy pigeons for a little girl, so that her prayers might be answered. Him paying the hospital bills for her father without telling her anything about it. So she realises that despite all his douchebaggery, there is a kind, sensitive man hidden in there. It wasn't love, but she was definitely intrigued by him. Add to that the orphan factor and incredible physical attraction, and voila, we have a love story.

Arguably there are moments which made her see him past his harsh exterior but everything else he does just bypasses his good side. He isn't a mentally unstable person. He can make a choice. And he chooses to pull-push her, be handsy with her, be up in her personal space.

If their interactions had toned down more than what they did, would she still like him?

Originally posted by: ScarbroughFair

I love the way you start each entry with a haiku. Are you a poet? I do think so. The entire FF has been written with such a succinct grace that I am quite in awe!

I think that this shared moment of understanding is where it all starts. Arnav is stripped off his pretenses for once and he feels Khushi's vulnerability as his own. This conversation had no decorations of insults and taunts, no chance of getting distorted...it was simple and ordinary for all intents and purposes but with them it feels like a huge leap, as if they've crossed a threshold. What comes next remains to be seen. Words are overrated just as talking is. Suffice is tp say that the shooting star is a brilliant narrator. 😊

No, I am no poet. Just string some words to summarize the chapter :)

I believe two people have to show their vulnerable and weaker side to the other to be completely accepted. Maybe this will help Arnav understand why Khushi stays aloof for most part of their conversation without coming off as imbecile. Maybe this will tell Khushi that underneath all that anger and annoyance is a child Arnav who still hasn't properly grieved for his parents death.

So yes, this is a leap but they aren't there yet. It still doesn't explain Arnav's or Khushi's behavior completely. But that's just me :)

Thanks.

Originally posted by: greenteaholic

No, I am no poet. Just string some words to summarize the chapter :)

Necessity is a beautiful piece. I love to see Khushi penned down in a way that makes her just as deep but doesn't take away that spunk that is inherently her? I won't even begin to compare this to the show - that's gully cricket - this is test cricket at its finest - excuse the sports metaphors important day today and all that.

I'm reading and will keep leaving my thoughts behind when I can. Like I said before in another life - you should be writing professionally and if you were headed to be a pauper - writing is in trouble!!