Sandhir OS: Destiny

Heylo! Remember me? I hope you do, otherwise I will sit here and cry a bucket of tears xP

So I was meant to be studying but procrastination is unfortunately my best friend! Drabble it is, I recommend you listen to this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wareW7_fxA either after or before reading this drabble.

Happy Readings! (btw, Pari is back to angst!)

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~Destiny~

How she wished her heart could bend. Bend like an elastic band maybe? Bend and accommodate itself to every situation that was and would be hurled at her.

But alas if hearts could bend in the first place, they would never be broken.

She looked at her predestined and despondent fate as the pungent smell from her henna clouded her thoughts and brought her back to her reality.

She laughed bitterly at the smartass who had said that reality is always worth living rather than fantasy. If only she could switch her place with that person. If only she could forever spend her entire life in the dreams and thoughts of her mind.

If only she could weave a world for herself. A world that was like another galaxy; away from prejudice, a world away from shattered dreams and broken ties. A world where just her and her happiness took precedence; a world where her dreams would come true.

No matter how many times she brought her hands to her face, the henna never smelled like grease. Or maybe her subconscious just refused to accept the substitute.

Her gaze fell upon her the Quantum Mechanics book she was meant to put aside in a drawer which contained other belongings from her time at college. Taking up the book and mindlessly turning the pages she took a pen and paper and started solving some of the questions.

It is always impossible to explain why the human brain functions in such traditions. Even at such an hour, all she could think about was solving the single problem that she couldn't solve when she was back in FITE.

It is human nature to deal with conflicts in individual ways and sometimes the best way to deal with the inevitable is to do something that you love. You close your eyes, listen to your surroundings, take a deep breath and let destiny decide for you.

She had always been a firm believer in the fact that you make your own destiny. But no one can outrun their fate. She looked at her finished question and a smile crept upon her face, gone as soon as it came. Shoving aside the paper and the text book, she looked out of her window and saw a shooting star.

Guess her life too was like the stars', falling, yet falling gracefully.

She was going to smile, even though it won't reflect in her eyes. She was going to laugh even though it meant hiding her tears. Even if it hurt her, she was never going to let him know. She kept looking at the star till it disappeared into the horizon taking with it the wishes and hopes of many. Just like her the star, too was destined for a certain day, as irony would have it, that the certain day was none other than today.

Her gaze fell back upon her textbook and a flood of memories caused havoc on her mind. Just like how a tsunami unearths and destroys the lives of many, these memories too were strangling her.

Suffocating her and mocking her helplessness. She had wanted to shout out into the void but her voice got stuck in her throat.

"Voice got stuck hey?" His voice crooned and on impulse she turned to the window that had been his path till today.

She glanced at his eyes and forced herself to look away, those eyes held a magnetic charm to them. His pupils held a different and alluring persona all together. Those eyes that would mock, tease, challenge and shower affection all at the same time.

"Not going to say anything?"

A silence prevailed. Unbearable and regretful to say the least.

"Well this is for you Farzi, I hope you like it" He said as he left something on the bed side table and started to leave.

"Wait... This is for you" She said while folding a piece of paper and leaving it on the same table.

She waited for the window to close before rushing to the table to pick up the box. She tore open the wrapping and smiled sadly at she looked at the tool box. The same one she had always wanted, the same one she had so foolishly saved up for.

As she opened the box, a note fell out of it.

"The one you had always wanted. Sneak it in your bag somehow and whenever you look at it, I hope it reminds you of us. I hope one day I get to see those eyes smile again and for that day I shall wait."

As she put away her tool kit by wrapping it in her clothes, he stood underneath the street post, scratching his eyes out, something had made their way into them.

As he ripped out the envelope he saw the same question she was working on with a little scribble down the side.

"See! I told you I could finish off this question. I had a dream about us yesterday. Just you and me, standing in a balcony. You kissed me. And then you said... Goodbye"

He folded the piece of paper and walked away from all the commotion of the wedding. Amongst all the hustle of the typical Indian wedding, he felt dauntingly alone.

As he walked away from her room, she too walked away from her room to the arena where her fate waited for her.

They walked in different directions.

Two individuals different yet so alike, who came together like a well built machine, just to fell apart into irreparable pieces of junk.

Life was never normal; it never is to begin with. But in some instances it provides you with enough contentment, with enough joy and love, to carry on for a lifetime.

Sometimes you have to wonder why destiny even allowed some people to meet in the first place, when they had no hope in heaven or Earth to be together in the end.

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And there I end my torture... Can I even write concisely? Or write anything that makes sense for that matter? LOL, what a joke😆! I don't know, I just know that I can't study and hence my brain just resorts to such torture!

If you want to laugh over something after this, I suggest you go watch some of the ice bucket challenges!🤣

Love,

Pari

PS: Please point out my mistakes!