Raman Kumar Bhalla is one passionate man. Perhaps the kind you read about only in fiction...
The kind that can shake you to the very core of your being...make your insides tremble. The kind that can make your heart soar or the steal the ground beneath your very feet.
The man is passionate in everything he does...
Be it as a husband endlessly showering his love and affection on a wife who would never care, a father giving every bit of himself to his child from afar ...in a way that they could never possibly begin to understand, or a ruthless business man who built an empire on a foundation of the broken bits and pieces of his very existence.
Seven years ago, this now fierce, well-envied man was but a rather plain, but 'Happy' soul, with a positive outlook, whose world began and ended with his family. He was a doting husband and father, a responsible son...giving every ounce of his being to his family...in hopes that he'd be able to help them realize all their hearts desires.
Six years ago, this man, who wished nothing more than to give of himself to his loved ones, was left rejected, dejected, ridiculed, defeated, shattered...and left to walk through the ruins of his life with none for accompaniment than the mere shadows of times gone by, and the demons in his own head.
One year ago, this man, who had fought his demons and come out not only alive, but on top, came back to his family...the ones who couldn't leave him if they tried. This time, any and all traces of the 'Happy' they once knew buried deep under the rubble of a life that once was.
However, the man that returned was a mere mirage of the one who once was. He came back with what he thought was a deadbolt on his heart...one which could let no love in...and no love out. For if he loved too much, or got too close, surely his love would conquer him again...surely the demons would haunt him again. He contained it all there, within him...and what was left was a mere facade...of a ruthless man, who'd been beaten down...and found the courage, to get back up.
A mere 9 months ago, this man, a father who loved his child silently but unconditionally, married a woman he could not see eye to eye with...one he despised, in a marriage of convenience.
In months, this woman, his now wife, had done what he couldn't do in years...she had reunited him with his family, taught him to express his love for his child...and slowly, six years of dust and grime, anger and distrust, heartache and heartbreak...and most of all, loneliness...began to wash away from his heart.
Today, as this man learns to open his heart again, dares to trust...to allow himself to love despite his past demons, insecurities, and deep-seated fears of pain and rejection, he finds himself looking in the mirror in which he sees a Happy' of days gone by reflected back to him. And his own reflection leaves him in a flux as to how he got here...to this place, where he is at the threshold of a love like one he's never experienced...with a woman, he could never have imagined...one, who, though she's never said the words, he knows, with all the conviction in his heart, loves him as he does her. Irrevocably...Unconditionally.
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Ishita Raman Kumar Bhalla, formerly Ishita Vishwanathan Iyer, is a pure-hearted and giving soul, who knows no malice, and is content to bask in the small moments that make life worthwhile and beautiful.
She gives of herself completely, and without reserve to all those who have ever crossed her path. No expectations, no questions asked.
Be it as a daughter who wishes for nothing more than to make her parents proud and be the reason for their smile, a sister who dotes on and is doted on, or a girl, who had given all of her tomorrows to the boy who needn't have even asked.
Nine years ago, this now mature, level-headed, educated, independent woman, was but a girl, who is, just the same as she is today...a pure-hearted, giving soul...level-headed, and content...but then, there was innocence...and unshakable faith...in herself, in her love.
Eight years ago, this girl, who dreamt nothing more than the love which she had read of in fairytales, the kind that has the power to conquer all, was left rejected, dejected, ridiculed, defeated, shattered, bereft...and left, to walk through life, with all her loved ones beside her...exept the one she truly loved.
Over the years, this shattered, bereft girl learned to hide her tears for a love lost, one that could never be, behind a smile...for the love that was, that of her family. All innocence lost, over a fate that could never be, this girl, who had seemimgly matured overnight, continued to fight her own demons, the only way she knew how...by giving of herself, completely, and without reserve, to all those who ever crossed her path. No expectations, no questions asked.
Over the years, this shattered, bereft woman, continued to walk through the ruins of her life, albeit with her family by her side, but truly, with none for accompaniment than the mere shadows of times gone by, and the demons in her own head...a woman, but with one wish...the love of the purest kind, one that could not reject or go unrequited...that, of a child.
One year ago, a woman's wish was granted.
A mere 9 months ago, this woman, now a mother who loved her child selflessly and unconditionally, married a man she could not see eye to eye with...one she could not respect, but merely tolerate, in a marriage of convenience.
In months, this man, her now husband, became a respectable confidant, her true companion, and dearest friend. One that understood all too well her demons, the pain of rejection, and the love for a child...and slowly, eight years of dust and grime, anger and distrust, heartache and heartbreak...and most of all, loneliness...began to wash away from her heart. What remains is the one thing they are powerless to change...she remains...bereft.
Today, as this woman learns to open her heart again, dares to trust, despite her past demons, insecurities, and a deep-seated fear of pain and rejection ...to allow herself to tread the murky waters of love, of the kind that has the power to leave you broken & rejected; as she loses her heart again, this time to a man who accepts her completely as she is...forever incomplete, she finds herself looking in the mirror in which she sees a girl of days gone by reflected back to her. And her own reflection leaves her in a flux as to how she got here...to this place, in this life where she has the unconditional love of a child, where she is at the threshold of a different kind of love, one like she has never experienced...with a man, she could never have imagined...one, who, though he's never said the words, she knows, with all the conviction in her heart, loves her as she does him. Irrevocably...Unconditionally.
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