I seriously fail to understand why does it hurt so much? Even after so long? Seriously, the show stopped airing 8 months back and still it pains to not see Arshi on TV, chuckle and lol over Sarun's offscreen antics.. Why is it happening? Each day when I surf on the net, the first thing I search is for something or anything about Sarun.. something to burst into flames the hope that is still smoldering in the deep recesses of my mind n heart.
Who to blame for this state?
The lead actors? For setting the screen on fire by their mere presence?
The writers? For giving a script which only fueled our hunger for more?
The creatives? For etching every scene in our hearts in a way that nothing could erase them?
Or me? For loving this piece of fiction and its characters the same way I love my dear ones?
I fail to understand the intensity of my obsession? love? or infatuation? towards IPK. I fail to stop the worry that gnaws me when I see our forum, once bustling with activities, now moving forward at a snail's pace. I fail to quell the fear that threatens to clamp me if I woke one day to see that IPK forum exists no longer...
Logic fails to register in my mind, even though I understand the need to move on and that actors cant be stuck up with each other throughout their career. But my stupid heart refuses to acknowledge the simple fact that Every beautiful thing in this world has an end and will stop existing someday!!!
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