Loves Challenges
Arundhathi Varma watched her granddaughter skim her hand over the veena softly, deliberately soft for the strings to feel the movement of those elegant fingers. It had been months since she had come back home with an injured hand and broken spirit. She had announced that she was done with Mumbai and was not going back. As for the reason the one she had avoided giving first, "Don't ask me why Ams, I'll tell you everything.. but not now, Please Aams!" Then a couple of weeks later she had told that she was fed up with the constant bickering and fights she had to take up with the gang called Fab 5. Yet she was too vague about it too and didn't explain everything' as she had promised...
With the instincts of a grandmother and more so of a woman she knew that it was more, much more than ragging and bullying, that some considered fun ... wasn't four months a long time to get over the pain caused by such petty fights, however ugly it was .. because she knew her Nandu who was always saw the silver lining who never gave up hope. Sure, the muffled sobs at night had been replaced by vacant stares.. like the one she had at present gazing thru the window with unseeing eyes...
It was time to dig deeper, she thought as she continued to watch Nandini, to find out who had stolen her Nandu's beautiful smile, her easy laughter which bespoke of her happy aura, the one she effortlessly shared with those she came in contact with. Now it was replaced with silence, a silence she seemed to prefer to the music she loved...
She saw Nandini flinch and withdrawing her hand as the veena responded to the accidental touch of it's mistress.
"I swear on the music we shared, I will never forgive you Nandini for what you did to Dhruv. You snatched away his chance, his hopes because you wanted to win. But your victory is worthless for there is no us' anymore and never will be."
Nandini closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath seeking to release the clutch in her chest, rubbing her wrist against her heart, the one which held the proof that he meant every word he said, every threat he made..."I will destroy you and everything dear to you. This I vow on the music I love!"
He had walked away without a backward glance, knowing that she had fallen down when he pushed her away. He ignored her cry of pain when her hand smashed against the scattered glass...
From the corner of her eyes she saw Aams answer the phone when it rang. She saw that the voice at the other end made Aams smile with sincere pleasure.
But she didn't have the spirit to reciprocate ...
4 months, 18 days and 6 hours... some wounds never healed...
PS:
K2Y has compelled me to imagine a story on manaan. So i have just started one with vague ideas for a concept 😃. i hope you won't mind if i change Nandu's surname from murthy to Varma for the sake of the concept 😉
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