Rudra, you and you armor. Unlike the mythological Karan of Mahabharat, you were not born with it. But have been downing this armor for so long, that now it has become a part of you. An inseperable shield! An integral part of your psyche. You have gone through great pains to make it as invincible as you are. Nothing can pierce this piece of protective covering. The slings and arrows of a cruel fate, the heartless taunts of other children, the indifferent attitude of an uncaring family, the ruthless treatment from a unforgiving father, or the judgemental and scandalous eyes of the society that have relentlessly followed you since early childhood, all have failed to go past the thick skin, the loner that you are, have developed. And can't deny you the fact that if a man has to survive all odds in an hostile environment, the faster he plates his mind, heart and soul, the better are his chances of survival.
But Rudra, may be its starting to rust now! With the passage of time and constant wear and tear, possibly its has gone thin in places? No?...Even we know that's not the reason. If not, then how come just one word from a helpless girl, went straight past all the walls and shields you had build around yourself for years, and stabbed you right in the heart? Don't deny, cause the pain was so evident in your eyes. Your eyes mirrored the agony. It hurt like hell, didn't it? You winced to the core. Just one word...Jallad! Or is it because the one who said it has started mattering to you. She has started carving a strange niche for herself. And in spite of all your heartless promises of indifference to yourself, you are drawn deeper and deeper. She has a strange hold on you, and lately you have felt that pull. You are unable to fathom the turbulence that tiny frame and those large accusing eyes are causing in your heart and mind. Her words make you bleed. The pain of that one word, lashing you more unbearably, than any weapon could. Her hatred of you, her bitter words, her burning dislike for anything Rudra, has you feeling bruised and broken all along. Always on the giving end of indifferent angst, how come you are on the receiving end of pain today? Jallad...that one word will haunt you for the rest of your life. But why? You have been called worst by many. The names you have been called in your life have been crueller, harsher and you have'nt cared a damn. If anything, they have only made you smirk with callous arrogance. Nothing has gone past your armor, ever. Then why, just one word from her, and there are chinks in your armor? Your defenses are penetrated. Rudra, watch out...you are vulnerable now!!
...India has got talent...love that yaar...I literally laughed out loud...it was so so random yet so needed!! And loved Aman in it...Rudra na sahi...Aman hi sahi...😆
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