Doesn't it happen at times that when gone for a picnic from school, one kid gets left behind? He waits to get collected, to get home safely but somehow he he's left behind-lost till the time someone comes to his rescue.
Manik Malhotra for me was that child, that kid waiting, waiting and simply waiting...for his someone. It's been a long wait-19 years of standing by, letting others pass his side, getting collected. He twiddled his thumbs as one says for very long, as long as he could. In that period of desperate need of love, desperate need of being fetched, desperate need of having everything he had heard of in fairy tales he built a cage around him. He built a shield protecting him, hiding his inner turmoil from the rest of the world-even from the ones he wished to be loved-his mother. But did she wish to see is the question?
"You are my biological mother and you've never even asked me how am I feeling today?" Does this pierce through her heart, is this taunt enough to soften her for once, is it enough to melt her? Does it sting as much as it does to him?
That kid lived a life of defense, a life of not wanting to get more hurt, a life of pretence, life of denial as one would put. It was a faade, a gamble. And could anyone even dare to point that out? Not even his best of friends-the one he protected through thick and thin, not even they could dare to ask him anything. Remember the punch episode and everyone's just scared and standing outside waiting for someone to go to him and ask him how he feels. He had lived in denial for so long...so so long that not when some stranger commoner told him that "His ego will break Fab5" his world came crashing down. When someone dared to stand for her friend, someone dared to hold his hand and ask him to move back he was curious to decode this girl. For the first time he saw someone who could punch him in face and giggle about how she finds it nice that he has a vulnerable side to. He became impatient that how could someone lie to her Chachi for him and then crib about how he makes her do it. He was eager, keen and all the circumstances led to him moving towards her.
And closer he went, brighter she shone-for him, for her, for THEM. Closer he went, stronger she pulled, more dazed he became by her light, more aware of her presence, more needy and greedy for some more of her prayers some more of her love, some more of HER in general over all.
Manik silently thanks her every second, doesn't he? For being there, for coming into his life and taking him away from those curtains of dark that had taken over him completely, for questioning him and helping him find the answers, for never leaving him alone on the path of way back home.
"She reaches him in ways no-one else can." And thus he is grateful to her more than anything else. But yesterday somehow that thanks multiplied by ounces. Somehow that "Thanks" echoed louder, that "Thanks" said a thousand more "Thanks" than usual. He finally found a family. The sheer joy in him saying that not only does Nandini care for me, but so does that family of mine standing outside is something only he knows and we can imagine. That sigh of relief, that prayer being answered of someone caring for me to, someone waiting for me too when I go back to my house. And he thanks her again this time...because she collected that lonely boy in wait and took him to a faraway land where he lived happily ever after.
All of this is just an incoherent mess of words but I can't explain all I'm feeling for these two since yesterday. I just love Mnaik and I felt sad for him at times and will continue doing so at some more moments...but yesterday I was happy for him...just happy.
P.S. Thank you Parth...thanks.Thank you to the writers and rest of the crew too.
P.P.S Haven't proof read.