


A lanky boy of charming disposition walked down the steps of St. Louis' auditorium. His eyes were dreamy and his face bore an innocence- he had a glimmer of hope in his eyes. They searched for a girl, the girl of his dreams. He even collided with a classmate and dropped his books as he was drawn in her direction. She was the flame to his moth. He attempted to talk to her but was soon put down by her scathing remarks and eventually driven away by her friends. Sadness was all over his face. But the glimmer of hope was not lost. A strange optimist that boy was.
Swayam Shekhawat was dreamy and delusional, and his lovestory was not going to be smooth. And we as viewers knew it from day 1. Especially when he contemplated the Diva of the college, Sharon RaiPrakash, quite foolishly so. But did he know that? Did he know that he endeavoured to achieve the impossible, attain the unconquerable and his advances would soon be nipped in the bud, literally so, with a slap! That he did not exist in Sharon RaiPrakash's world, that he was not only insignificant but also invisible to her, and his visibility would only earn him further insults.
It was an impossible lovestory, an absurd one, if a lovestory at all. SO had it seemed back then.
But had Swayam Shekhawat not mustered the courage to go upto Sharon and attempt to talk to her on the 11th of April 2011, or thereafter even put up a dance performance in front of her after being insulted by her, to gain her approval, and bring about another session of public insult upon himself along with a slap, would we get this magical fairytale that we today cherish as SwaRon?
We had all pitied the plight of Swayam Shekhwat and shrugged and moved on without taking him into any serious consideration. We sympathised with him, but how many of us thought that SwaRon was possible?
D3 was a show about Rey and Kriya, and Sharon seemed more like a third wheel in their story with the typical vamp-like characteristics. She was meant to be hated. Who would like a woman who is mean, loud and constantly stomps on the heart of a sweet loverboy? Who idolises an impudent diva, who repeatedly creates trouble for the new girl in college?
Nobody.
But we did- we loved to hate Sharon and hated the fact that we loved her. And every time she softened when Swayam looked at her, the moment she for the first time acknowledged him enough to talk to him, when she would be all flustered and wouldn't know how to snap at Swayam , or she would snap at Swayam for making her so... so vulnerable, we felt her first goosebumps. Those quivering lips and doe eyes that gave away her inner turmoil, her colossal confusion and the profusion of mysteries that Sharon RaiPrakash carried in her breasts.
Sharon RaiPrakash was no insecure shallow Diva- she was as profound as the sea, as enigmatic as the night. And when she fell in love, it was not quiet or soothing. That wouldn't have been at all like Sharon. It was pandemonium!
Everything is extreme in her side of the world, everything is grandiose. For when she cried broken hearted for the first time, she was not the only one who cried. We all cried with her. And to think of it, that she was solely responsible for her own tragedy, makes the pain no more bearable. It is only expected of Sharon RaiPrakash that she would dig her own grave, orchestrate her own fall and yet be tremendously dignified, forthright, even in tragedy. It is her hubris that makes her so, and it wouldn't be her otherwise.
Had Swayam Shekhawat not been this optimist, rather foolhardy dreamer, and Sharon RaiPrakash not been this ruthless temptress with an Olympian temperament, we would not have this fairytale- imperfect, inadequate, incomplete, and yet it finds immortality in its incompleteness.
Two dancers began their journey together on April 20th, 2011, two people who'd go on to become the finest actors on TV and immortalise Sharon, Swayam and SwaRon or as our friend Rafi likes to say, Swayam Sharon re-writing fairytales since April 20, 2011.












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