the boy walked out of the closets..finally.

had to make a separate post on rk. <\3

We felt that Mahdu will be the sole force to pull the dead Rishu back to life…but more than the revenge plastered in golden foil , The lamb's grey bends for the sake of demanding her mother's honour back…One construction of daughter's respect to a mother lead to a son's broken, soulful outburst that keeps on demanding his father back in one way or the other… He's hollow , broken , tattered and forever gloomy brooding around a glamorous , dark road that still carries the echo of his father's laughter…More than being the steady , bronze mountain of pride , sneer , cruelty and cynic game play lies a boy who slowly rocks himself within the olive green chair , so that the burned soul of solitude cracks open in the most cherished memories that brings out emotions in someone who only gives a dark smile is response for the past 17 years….Because the only happy , knowledgeable loving eye who used to caress him , who used to be a strong shoulder to lean and weep on …who was his life's luminous whole…defoliated to nothingness leaving a grey lifeless abyss inside the broken man who is said to rule the world…but inside rules and celebrates nothing but the death of himself…The child breaks down and weeps , "Haan papa..maine kabhi bhi nahi haara..maine aapko haar ne nahi diya.."…lekin is jeet kya anjaam kyat ha? The result was losing himself , right? :'(….His grey bitter sweet memories are more painful than a shrouded scream that the whole world can hear , cause a broken , silent scream without showing you its face tears you apart in an instant instead…that's what Rishu is…a broken silent scream that tears this mask named RK apart every time…No one knows how someone who is a living dead swims among broken alleys looking for absolutely nothing except for the faded and glistening past…

His vulnerable voice..his silent echo of holding on to his fathers big supporting hands again shows you through your tears for him , that someone who appears dominating is nothing but dead and empty inside and just needs a hand…The silence of his breakdown suspends you in a compromise that after suffering and pain going saturated..hope just ultimately dies and all you can grasp in your hands is memories of your happiness and life…