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Originally posted by: .Maggie.

You will see.😆

ookey moi finally here as an official reader/commenter but before i do anything i want to say a few things.

first i lub u too much shika 😳lol that wasnt really one of the points i meant to make magar i had to say that 😆 anyways i wanted to say i am not a gal with complicated words. when i say things its simple and clear. my lack of words doesnt mean ur writing isnt... it is simply bootiphool but i dont know too many facy words to praise it. number two i may sometimes end up sounding too blunt. please excuse it. i respect u and love ur writing too much to even think about patronizing ur work. if you still think i have overstepped please do let me know. and finally i tend to give a lot of opinions or have too many opposing views please dont take it personally. i take the liberty to voice my mind because i value you as my close and dear friend/behna 🤗

after i said all this if my comments contain none of the things mentioned dont blame me 🤣

so here we go...

Shika look up and feel proud because i definitely see you have grown to become such a beautiful writer. i have read many of your previous works. of course they were good jolly stories but recent works like this one and if it wasn't for that night has me wondering if a new aatma has gotten into you 😆 your progress as a good writer to amazing one awes me as well as makes me proud 🤗

before i dive into specific chapters i wanted to ask or rather say what up with amazing writers rooting for such sad/melancholic themes. pain, sorrow, a heavy feeling seems to have overpowered your story line. i can almost imagine a dark aura surrounding me each time i read a chapter 😆 it almost seems like u have inserted a grey lens in between me and the screen as i read it 😆 it just makes me wonder you being such a happy person and an amazing writer portray a sense of melancholy in your stories. i really hope it has nothing to do with anything in real 😕

so finally for ch1:

your first chapter is not supposed to be titled time machine rather tug machine. reading each line i felt a tug in my heart. the way geet's pain is portrayed was proper without extra toppings. when u described her suffocation i almost felt it making me want to walk out of my work place to catch some fresh air. very few writers touch my heart and u are on top of that list 😃

the chapter progressed someone else in similar pain. the suddeness of moving to another character had taken my by surprise and a little confusion but it was nice nonetheless 😊

Ch2:

i loved how u described Geet's each action. your words instantly put an image in my mind with her plucking out each petal. aptly portrayed. i felt the transition of present to past was a little abrupt (no dont go changing it i love it the way it is.) the little action of wishing when we seeing a shooting star is very common but the way u went about asking around for each character's wish was fresh and unique. the girls shared a strong bond and time tells it fell apart. it certainly is very realistic. its very uncommon to hold on to friendships since childhood to adulthood. of course there may be one or two but at one time we drift apart because we grow up and our needs dont necessarily match. i dont think its a bad thing because memories still cherish those past moments. in geet's case it certainly seems something sudden caused them to drift apart. like Tweesha said maybe because the thread that held geet and her, Naina, went away and things went haywire from there. i am not sure if this is the case where you grow apart but its the case where you part ways and then grow.

the last bit of an unknown stranger was a stark contrast to what was taking place in the update throughout. his anguished cry churned my insides. i really wonder what he went through that has made his heart wrench in pain

Ch3:

ah after series of sorrow filled updates hostel activities and Vicky's entry was a much needed break! btw i am really curious to know whom you had in mind for Tweesha. also where did you get that name 🤣

and now we are back again to sad wala update... lol sorry excuse my mockery. the letter.. sigh shika take a bow baby... that letter as soon as i read it i swear i felt something break inside me. i wish even my enemy isnt left in such a position. a mother comes to play such a vital role in each child's upbringing actively as well as indirectly. there can be absolutely no one who can replace a mother, not even god. the love and care she provides and nurtures her young one is selfless. she goes about forgetting her own self while putting her blood and sweat into upbringing her child. i remembered once i got so mad at my mom once and never wanted to speak to her again but i remember my dad telling my just one sentence, "nobody can love you like a mother does. not even me" i wont go into too much details on my own life and bug u with it but i just wanted to say i understand the depth of emotion you have portrayed in the letter.

every word of that letter was simple yet heart wrenching. dont do this to me shika i cannot take so much pain.

Ch 4:

btw how did Vivaan become Vicky 😕😆 anyways i really want to know the people u had in mind for all the characters. u have beautifully portrayed each of them so i wonder if their actual appearances do justice to your beautiful words 😃

argh u had to make even Tanvi's story saddy wala... urgh i didnt have a heart to read after she said was it selfish to wish the father hold the baby first.

anyways lets talk something happy... well the letter was kinda happy wala. Geet's innocent question while describing what went about her class was shoo cute. but u know what had me glued your definition of love. simple, mesmerizing, classy! really there is nothing fancy about love. when things are done sincerely it naturally gushes forth and spreads joy and warmth every where... ❤️

i know Tweeshe isnt doing this out of sympathy or pity towards Geet but first look had me wondering about it. i guess guilt is overpowering her actions and somewhere she wants to know why there was a sudden rift. their friendship didnt grow apart gracefully it was under unnatural circumstances that put distances between them. i guess Twesha named it as growing apart but the letters are reminding her maybe it wasnt so natural. but does uncalled for rifts once cleared get us back to where we were originally?

phew finally i am here... kanna late-a vanthalum latest-a varuvomla 😉

i know i kind of jumped around and just blabbed on and probably missed on the things that really needed to be said. i shall next time comment as soon as i read (or so i hope so i dont forget what i want to say)

thank u shika for such a lovely piece. i am so touched and honored to be a reader of your works!

i love u ❤️🤗

-Madhu