Arshi OS- Mirror Mirror on the Wall

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ARSHI OS - MIRROR ..MIRROR... ON THE WALL...

Mirror Mirror on the wall,

I dint know that Im the one who is going to

Break u of all...

Why ??? Os below ..

BROKEN MIRROR :

KUSHIS POV:

I see myself in front you.. What do I see.. Do I see my self exactly as Whom I am or what.. Am I the same.. No.. I see myself as a gal who at the age of enjoying innocence lost my virginity to a vulture battered many a times.. in name of Father hood being molested and sexually assaulted day and night.. I run away from the torture.. I reach myself in a NGO for shelter.. For my moms sake I don't complain ..but EOD she knew.. she came running to me and apologised.. But her apologies or wrong decision of making the Raven as her hubby will it bring back my lost innocence and the haunted sleepless nights of fear ..as what will happen the next moment.. will I be the prey for the famished Raven..

I came out.. I start afresh for the first time leaving my past. ..but scared about the blast from the past or about the past..I pull up and start with a new thinking.. It is nice .. because of past experiences I see to that I don't end up or be cheated again.. But again.. I fall in love with a guy from my office. I dint tell him anything about my past.. it is fear or the insecurity of he will not accept me or he will leave me and run of.. than that is not love at all.. My love for him is not strong and not honest.. Is it so.. some day.. I stand in front of the mirror .. I was standing.. he came behind me.. and we ended in bed.. how did I allow this to happen.. my inner turmoil . after some days he ditches me and marries someother.. Do I fight or let go of a person who left me and went behind to another for money.. not love.. Do I suffer..Do I repent.. Do I die.. No.. I saw me in front of the mirror.. I saw me and him.. I saw me with two reflections.. my inner me and the external me.. meaning my internal beauty and the external beauty..he was again the second molestor who used me for the external beauty not my inner one..

Once failed.. again failed.. can I come up and swim to the surface or will I sink in the ocean to the abyss with no anchor around from a ship .. to climb and come among the rope.. or still im in the deep end of ocean where there is point of no return..

I see myself in front of the mirror.. my question is.. AM I BROKEN.. I see myself as me.. it is me.. I get my confidence.. am I lost.. am I not revivable.. am I deceased and cannot be recovered.. am I me any more?? No... again my courage.. FOR NEW LIFE.. NEW BEGINNING.. yes.. I do.. yes.. that thing..

I SEE MYSELF IN THE MIRROR..am I BROKEN ??? NO... im not..

I decide in instant ... Im not the one broken... Im me.. but I will break the mirror.. instead .. as it shows me which reflects me as the broken..

No mirror - no shattered me .. but am I running of .. from something.. no im acting correctly.. instead of sorting the current problems.. find out the source and break it.. instead of what happened and how it happened.. I see as why it happened and from where it happened..

Im .. now rejuvenating.. Im no more living in past in the dungeons..

I broke the mirror which reflected me with the old memories.. I lifted the glass pieces ..it did prick me.. I was cautious.. but then too.. my hands got hurt while clearing.. it started to bleed.. it tore on my hand.. or is it the glass piece which I took and used as spear and poked on my heart.. which is bleeding.. and im searching in dark for some cotton and a medical kit for repair.. am I looking for a rebound.I find the first aid .. but still the scar is left.. I take the scar as part of learning lesson .. it is permanent.. I cannot let go.. but the wound can be healed ..

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MOTHER FOR RENT :

A small kid.. named Arushi.. whose mother is a s**t.. ditched her hubby and had a baby.. took all the money and left the baby and her hubby..

Hubby is Arnav.. The X partner is Lavanya. Arushi.. is 5 and she is searching for her mother who left her and went when she was 2.. Dad is a workaholic and put himself in work so much that he doesn't have time and doesn't like to come near his daughter as she reminds her of his X and the ditching and betrayal part. He has maintained himself off from Arushi..

ARUSHI IS a poor soul who due to lack of proper care has become adamant.. uncontrollable and very aggressive. The attention seeker and the payer.. no connection.. or is there any attention giver in her life and any attention creator to make aware to the poor gals father that attention is to be given for her adamant and uncontrollable behaviour.. ATTENTION.. ATTENTION.. ATTENTION..

The importance of it many don't know.. but few of them very much know the importance of it.. meaning the indepth meaning.. why and where .. and how to...

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Arushis Quotes :

I was wandering as a lonely cloud in the sky..Searching for care..

Some love.. some affection... some care.. which I haven't felt.. from the day .. I reaslised or born..

Something called as MOMS LOVE..

The one I had before.. wasn't really true to me or my father.. NOT SO SO CALLED.. he is really mine..

I searched on and on .. long and long.. for how long.. I dint know..

Did the day come.. Yes.. it came.. I did find something rare and precious... like a pirates hidden treasure..

Searched and taken from the African mines . .. as rare and beautiful and a unique one ...

A DAZZLING DIAMOND..

I made up my mind.. that I will not let her go.. from my life.. as she was the one.. for me... and for her ... the only one me..

LOVE ..LOVE.. LOVE... moms love like and endless and perennial river.. as pure and crystal clear.. like the endless and infinite universe..

I SEE TO THAT.. I DON'T LET HER GO.. I SEALED HER WITH ME ..AS MY MOM.. AS MY LOVE.. AS MY BEST BUDDY..

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Arushi.. that is me.. I was so restless and irritated.. I dint know what was I doing.. I was so agitated.. and mentally assaulted with no one around...seeing the four walls of the room which was like the hell or dungeon we call it.. I was the abandoned.. why was i.. for no fault of me.. is it my graha in my pre birth.. which was not good.. was it a curse.. of my so called pre birth.. im enjoying its fruits..in the current and gonna come..

I called up Suresh uncle ..with my small squeaking voice and used my aggressiveness of getting a AD printed saying.. MOTHER REQD FOR RENT..what was this all about..my tiny head dint know.. just felt that HOUSE FOR RENT .. published in paper.. if I put MOTHER REQD FOR RENT.. might be.. I will get...My super brain.. thanks to PEDIA SURE.. COMPLAN AND BOOST.. for all the activated cells of the brain..

The next day.. many phone calls.. my Dad.. Mr. Arnav BURNING fire hotri.. was thrashing the media.. and umpty number of phone calls.. finally he declared third world war with me and left to his room ..as routine for his boos and smoke.. he dint know he was killing himself and digging a grave for make me an orphan from now.. OH GOD..PLS HAVE MERCY ON ME..

After some days... a gal came in her white salwar.. I SAW her thru my window.. she was the ANGEL SENT FROM HEAVEN.. I felt so..

She came in.. burning Raizada barked at her.. but he felt some vibe since .. I made a huge cry.. and did throw tantrums saying I wanted her.. he did say ok.. and finally..who and where she was...

SHE WAS KUSHI.. SHE WAS WITH ME AS MY NANNY..

YES.. attention .. attention.. attention.. I did get from her all the attention and love I wanted... now it is two years and Im no more .. who was two years back.. now im calm and completey organised..

She needed a change.. I wanted a change.. we both needed new beginning..we started as freshers.. we became friends.. she was my rebound and I was hers... we played.. laughed.. giggled.. I said my first word after 4 years.. what was that.. CONNECTION.. BONDING.. PAIRING.. a helpless me was made efficient by her.. I was a special but she made me extraordinary..

I guess... even I made her so.. she healed her wounds... because of me.. I was her drug and the medicine.. was she bitter like neem or was she sweet like a sugar candy.. she was mix of both.. who dint reveal about her but.. relived her lost innocence with me and she was strict and partial when ever it was for me ... to stream line me..

WHO WAS SHE ??? SHE IS MY NANNY.. BUT I MADE HER MY MOMMY..

MOMMY FOR RENT.. SORRY NANNY FOR RENT ..BECAME MY MOMMY FOR THE LIFE.. WHICH IS RARE AND I WILL KEEP IT AT ANY COST.. FOR NOT LOOSING HER.. THIS IS MY PROMISE..

THIS IS MY PROMISE AND TRUTH IN REALITY.. BECAUSE IM THE JUNIOR OF PROMISE ...

REALIZATION:

Arnav's POV :

The past .. did I know her at all.. she came like a storm and went like a hurricane.. the after math is me and my daughter.. like the barren land.. completely dry and with no water in the sahara desert surviving or trying to live.. is it possible for a better future after the betrayal and broken promise..

The broken heart.. the broken trust.. the betrayal.. should I avenge her.. or forgive her for her sins.

No I cant.. as I loved her.. is she is so.. I cannot avenge my little soul...what was her mistake.. but how do I come out of this.. I guess.. distance from the fusion ..would make me forget or bring back my old me.. is it possible.. there should be a way..

Dwelling in the past.. for what.. a dark past.. a moonless dawned night.. or dusky doomed clouded night... I did have a broken heart.. I was drowned.. I swam up for my little one..

I saw myself in front of the mirror.. was I shattered and broken of the betrayal.. who was it in front of the mirror .. is it me.. or it is the wounded me.. wounded to be healed.. is it possible.. yes.. but.. how.. from where.. I BROKE THE MIRROR.. I can see my reflection with out any mirror.. as me .. in her.. my future..my lil one..

I did maintain my distance..i dint know my distance would make her so.. Inattentive and restless..

One fine day.. I see her. She came in as a FARISTHAY.. in our home.. I was observing her.. I allowed her for my daughter.. she did take a chance to explore her.. she did and succeeded.. she was such a balanced and sophisticated one .. that she dint cross her limits or bothered what was happening around.. she was concerned about the little and not the elder or his.. big business..

She was aloof and he was slowly dripping and little one was happy as ever..

He proposed her.. she took some time.. she said every bitter truth of hers.. YES.. PEOPLE ALWAYS HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY .. he liked her .. not for the EXTERNAL.. but for her INTERNAL.. beauty..

She took a leap of faith.. She is human and she is not a saint... she was scared but... PAST IS PAST.. her present.. in front of her.. accepting her AS HER.. and not the pretending one...

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PAST IS PASSED... PRESENT IS FELT.. FUTURE IS TO BE SEEN AND REALISED TOGETHER.

FOR ALL THREE..

BROKEN MIRROR :

She brought her broken mirror along with her.. I was her glue to stick it back..

The cracks were visible .. he was the frame to put back the broken mirror.. and it was hooked in centre of our hall .. in the living room..

Yes.. we are now three.. ME .. HE .. AND SHE..

YES.. the broken mirror.. shattered now reflects.. many images of ours..

IF SHE SEES.. She sees her multiple faces.. IF HE SEES... he sees his multiple faces.. IF I SEE.. I see mine.. multiple..

The images were multiplying.. YES.. WITH HAPPINESS.. AND JOY.. AND FOR SORROW.. NO..NOT EVEN A SINGLE ..DOT.. PLACE..

ALL OF US WERE BROKEN.. WE BROKE THE MIRROR..WHY TO BREAK ME.. I WILL NOT BREAK..INSTEAD I WILL BREAK THE MIRROR. .BECAUSE I DON'T NEED A MIRROR TO SEE MYSELF..

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I did something with the Broken glass though.. I collected it.. it patched it up.. with glues.. the cracks were seen.. I dint paint.. I let it be so.. with originality.. but yes the cracks.. after healing to.. the scar which are left... I take It as a learning lesson for a better future..

The broken glass bangles I used for Arushis art work... to put Olympic circle and did a peacock.. with extra glitter and chamkis..

The shattered glass pieces from the mirror or frame.. I did put it on the dolls and fabric for applique work.. and rajasthani dolls.. gudda and gudiya.. the door hangings etc..

The broken mirror... I decorated with .. some pearls.. along the broken lines.. and I made that the master piece of our home.. yes.. it was giving an appeal of our skin cell structure.. with pearls as borders and our smiles in each compartment as the end result..

THE NEW FRAMED PICTURE WAS STANDING TALL AS MY DAD .. WITH ME AND KUSHI MOM ALONG HIS SIDE AS HAPPY FAMILY TOGETHER FOR EVER.. AS HAPPY AS EVER..

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firstly thz 4 giving an arshi os chechii😳

Originally posted by: tina_1234

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