Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai - 03 Sep 2025 EDT
ABHEERA IN JAIL 2.9
LIFE IN JAIL 3.9
What’s the upcoming track??
Gen 5 - Posted on Saas Bahu Official Page
Finally a beauty queen who is star material!!
Anupamaa 02 Sept 2025 Written Update & Daily Discussions Thread
New Entry : Manit Joura
Real Woman Power Farhana
A Missed Opportunity
Shilpa Shetty's Bandra Restaurant Shuts Down
Faridoon Giving Advice to Salman
Deepika LVMH jury member
War 2 Set To Finish As The Lowest YRF Spy Grosser Domestically
Did Trump Just Remove ALL SANCTIONS on India ? (Doubtful news)
Baaghi 4 - Reviews And Box Office
Bigg Boss 19: Daily Discussion Thread - 3rd Sep '25
Hey guys how are you all. well i have selected a name "New Life With a Shrink". Kaisa laga tell me ok. And Ananya thank you so much for your suggestion i selected your chaos and calm but it felt incomplete so i have to go with other option and misha di too suggested so many names. So i thank both of you Wholeheartedly.
Chapter 4
Various relationship
Writing to suvi, has discovered a new talent or you can say a new craziness in me - that is writing. I felt a kind of relief and satisfaction after pouring my heart out to her. It has also helped in keeping HIS memory alive in me. Though we aren't together but I can still live with HIS memories. I couldn't write to anybody else neither to vaibhav as I have never mentioned about HIM in my letters to vaibhav when HE was with me. I toyed with the idea of telling vaibhav everything from the scratch. Then when I analyzed my idea, I felt vaibhav would never understand. So I wrote to vaibhav about everything and anything except HIM. I told him about my course, my college, my life in Mumbai, my academic performance. I also mentioned him about my color coded technique to him and also advised him to use the same. I told him about our professor - MM too. I even said him how I set the question paper and top the class. I also mentioned how I expected a centum and got ONLY 98. What I skipped was about my dance on the parapet during the party and also the painting fiasco. Somehow I didn't wanted vaibhav to know all that as I myself still was unsure of how come I did such acts.
When I finished the letter, I was again shocked to see the length of 16 pages. But I thought that it would be a great surprise to him. I decorated the letter with left over stickers of smileys, hearts and many more. I wrote address on it and kept in my bag to mail it on my way to college.
I was filled with a strange kind of urgency. Everything that I was doing had an impelling sense of having to be done immediately. I had that urge to do everything at that very moment. It was like "Now and only now". I have removed the "never" part from it.
I felt myself a reservoir of energy. I would jog early morning, go to college, study hard, sometimes I don't even sleep. Yet I never felt tired, never had I felt to rest a bit. It was like I have become a machine who can work endlessly.
I would have endless number of sleepless nights. Thoughts would run in my head like a colony of busy ants, pacing everywhere in my head. I felt a strong urge to capture every thought. I always wanted to devour all the thoughts that cross my mind. I decided to make a book only of all these thoughts. I started writing poems of the thoughts that came in my mind. Words just flow like a smooth waterfall from my mind direct to the page of that book. I wrote pages after pages full of poetry and on the left hand side I would draw pictures or scenarios to go with it. I would write about ordinary things, I would write about fantasy, about love and longing, about angst, about smell and sounds, I would write about the rains in Mumbai - inshort I would write about anything and everything that caught my fancy. I would use clever puns and rhymes. Sometimes the poem wouldn't rhyme but I fulfilled my wish to convey the thought. I was carried that book with me and whenever I felt like I would write my heart out.
It was rainy season almost romantic weather and we had MM's lecture. Totally opposite. Sigh! I asked everyone to bunk the class and go for a movie but they denied. Only joseph was the one who was silent all the while. I wonder why. I was a little angry on all as they denied me. When all of a sudden joseph said
"I am with you nandini lets go to a beach as it would be great in this weather"
Well he had a point. I again asked everyone to join us but no one was ready. Finally we both decided to go to juhu beach as I haven't been there. Firstly He was shocked but then took me to JUHU BEACH.
In the cab, I sat in silence looking at Bombay in the rains. It was mesmerizing. The monsoons lent everything a freshly washed look. A sense of longing and sadness washed over me. I was going fish out my notebook but then sensed joseph by my side so I mentally began scribbling a poem. It was about nature weeping.
May be he sensed me lost. He kept his left hand over my right hand which was resting on the seat of the cab. I made no attempt to move my hand away. We sat in silence, looking out. Then he held it and I turned towards him. He looked directly into my eyes. He raised my hand and kissed it. In that moment, for a fraction of a second, I saw HIM instead of Joseph. Then the image was gone. I was filled with a longing and desperation of such intensity that I had never experienced before. My heart ached. My whole body ached. I could not stop tears from rolling down my cheeks.
Joseph was startled, "hey Nands, I am sorry! I kissed your hand. I don't know what came over me. Sorry, sorry Nands."
"No, you idiot. It's not that," I said and I leaned towards him and kissed him on the lips, my tear soaked face, crushed against his. His stubble felt rough against my cheeks and I could smell his perfume which was a woody smell that I instantly liked. I was kissing joseph for HIM, I was kissing joseph as a repentance for never having admitted to HIM that HE did matter to me, I was kissing joseph because I could never kiss HIM and I was hoping to fill that void that had been gnawing at my heart which I had managed to push aside every time. I felt no love for joseph.
Joseph was abashed. But he looked very pleased too and suddenly very shy.
We sat in silence looking out of the cab. I nudged him when I saw the ocean. The skies were a turbulent grey and the sea danced in wild abandon. We made our way in the drizzle, to a restaurant that faced the beach. It was isolated at this hour, the weather contributing to it.
"Nandini, I am sure you have heard it many times before, but I must tell you this, you are really beautiful," said Joseph.
"Thanks Jo," I said as I saw HIM in Joseph again.
We spoke for a very long time sipping tea. He asked me about mine. Somehow I did not want to tell Joseph about Cochin or about HIM. HE was like a precious secret that I was hugging to my chest.
"I love you, Nandini," said Joseph finally.
I heard HIS grandfather's voice in my head and I heard his nerve wracking sobs. The recollection of that sound still singed my soul. The guilt again felt in me as I recollected an elderly person crying infront of me helplessly. Words were:
"never belittling love"
. I was silent for a while.
Then I said, "I love you Joseph."
But I did not mean it at all. I felt no love towards him. He was a nice guy, a great guy, a charming guy. He was a guy a girl can die for but he was not for me. There was no way I was going to tell him that.
Later, I sat thinking in my room for a very long time. Thoughts spilled out, like an overstuffed sack of rice that had been punctured and the grains now scattered in all directions.
I loathed myself for lying to Joseph. I loathed myself for not having admitted the truth to HIM . And I loathed myself for not being able to tell the whole truth to Vaibhav. I despised myself for getting involved with three different men. I looked at my face in the mirror. I hated it. I felt if I was ugly then they would not have told me I was beautiful and pretty. May be if I was not good in academics then they wouldn't wondered around me. May be if I didn't had this perfect curves then they wouldn't think to come near me. May be if I wear all behenji type dress then they would not look at me. Maybe I could mutilate my face too. I hated it so much now. All these "May be If" kept running in my mind like a racing bike.
That night too I did not sleep. I kept pacing up and down in my room. Vaibhav, HIM and Joseph"their faces kept going round and round. What kind of a girl was I? How could I kiss Joseph like that? And how could I lie to him saying that I loved him? I toyed three men. The thoughts kept going round and round like a whirlwind. They were spiraling wildly. There were various images coming into my head now and gamboling around the thoughts in perfect crescendo.. I felt a lot like the wh**e. Only difference between them and me was they were paid and I received in the form of emotions. I felt very cheap. I started questioning myself that how can I play with 3 men's emotions. It is always the other way around. I mean boys use to play with girl but here I? how can I stoop so low. I shut my eyes, trying to block my thoughts out. They would not go away
To be continued...
Manik's pov raate me pakka. i have to go to college.😭
Bye
Have a thrilling thrusday..
Enjoy