Dear Forum,
I have missed you. I am not going to lie, I have secretly hated you from day one and hoped for your demise so I could laugh atop of your dead body. That somehow this small leap would give me the eternal satisfaction I have been craving. The gaping hole in my stomach from leaving you behind would be filled once I see you buried among the pile of other sell-out shows that made a deal with the (TRP) devil and ruined my TV watching experience. But, like an abusive spouse that always finds his victim, a vindictive drug that has an addict wrapped around its fingers, I am running right back to you.
Do not take this as a big win, I refuse to start watching that cursed piece you call television. I cannot fathom how far you have come and how twisted my once beloved love story of Rishabh and Madhubala has gotten. Something so warm about those memories, keeps me from ruining them by spreading fresh cheese that plays out on TV everyday.
I do sincere like and criticize the show, and in ways, I miss being able to scream my head off when the production house screwed things up. Even our little fights with the creatives are nostalgic. But, what I don't miss is the dictatorship and censorship of opinion. I don't miss being suffocated for speaking ill of RK, but hating Sultan at the same time. I was never an adherent fan of any group. I was, and to this day, remain a misfit. I will call out RK every time he does something wrong, same with Madhu, or any other character. But, I will not stand for sheepish behaviour, following the crowd. And so, sadly, I announce that if we are trying to work this love out, we are going to have to take our relationship slow. Are you still with me?
Hopelessly yours,
A writer at heart
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