Epistle 5: My New Companion
A/N: Hey there! :D :D Sorry that the update is a little delayed. :( :( Blame the exams and writer's block for it. :P :P Here's the next update. :D :D
Also, in the third chapter, I'm made a small error. Ranveer and Ishaani are in the same school, not in the same class. I've rectified it right now.
Not keeping you all for long now,
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24th May, 1996:
Life is curious.
There are times when it feels miserable, and then there are times when it feels like heaven. The dual aspect of life is intriguing, yet there is something entirely mysterious about it at the same time. The mystery around it is the one that pleasantly surprises me, teaching me that life is full of surprises where anything could happen at any point of time.
But then again there are days where life's ironies are the least pleasant to witness. And I've had a lot of those in my share these days. If days felt barely passable before, then they were becoming harder and harder now. Studies were picking up and so were the chores. But what felt hardest were the true colours of people coming forward.
I still get shivers down my spine thinking about that incident from two months ago. All I tried to do was clean the vase and make it spick and span so that I could make my Harshad Kaka happy. It was a misfortune that the vase slipped off my hand when Baa called me from behind suddenly.
I know that I have told you about this dozens of times but I still feel afraid thinking about it. Her hitting me did not hurt me as much as her words did. It is rightly said that words are one's biggest weapon. In that moment when she cursed me and my existence, I wished nothing more than to silently disappear and hide my face away in shame.
Was my existence equivalent to that of a vermin? Was this how every one of our kind were treated?
My life had never felt darker and more insignificant in that moment. I ran as fast as my legs could take me, as far away from those evil eyes as they could. I did not dare leave my room, afraid that I would end up doing something that I would dearly regret.
In the room, I was alone. Alone, wishing that my parents were there with me. Surely, they would never allow such atrocity! But the fact remained that I was alone. There was no shoulder that I could cry upon, no shoulder who could bear my burden. I cried and cried, my eyes burning and throat parched, yet no one came to check upon me. Nobody bothered to even so much as give me a glass of water.
Maybe I hoped too much. Maa always tells me that one should never keep any expectations from anyone for it always leads to sheer disappointment in life. Not that I did expect, but you get me. I don't know how long it was till Baba came home. I think I must have fallen asleep crying. He looked worried, telling me that he had to take me out and that both of us had to apologize.
The next half an hour of my life was an even bigger agony. If the afternoon was shocking, then the night was just brutal. Not only was I insulted, but my father was made to hear just the same. My blood boiled and boiled, hoping that I could simply disappear and shut the woman up some way, but that was plain, wishful thinking on my part.
And through the ordeal, I think I almost died in shame. My mother had entrusted me with only one responsibility - of taking care of my father and being his pillar of support. And what did I do? Be the cause of his embarrassment. Hot tears stung my eyes as I returned to my room in tow with my father, falling upon my cheeks openly as he pulled me into his arms. I don't know for how long I remained like that, but I felt my will break in that moment. It was as though the ugly truth had struck me about what I had signed up for. About what I had to see my father endure and would have to endure myself.
He tried to ease my burdens but I could no longer share. I shouted and shouted into the night's cold air, praying and begging for mercy, only wanting my aching heart to stop paining so much. And then, the impossible happened. They say that when all hope is lost, God gives you a new ray of the same. And it was that day that I truly realized the true power of the quote.
Life gives us companions in the bonds of family and friendship, with each relationship helping you live life in a better and more dignified way. But the most intriguing of this lot is friendship. Friendship is something... unique, each gifted with a different kind of bond altogether. I'd lost hope on ever finding friendship in the city for the reasons you already know. But as they say, a single prayer has the power to change the world.
She entered my life at a time where I had lost hope of genuinely having a true friend ever. She openly enveloped me into her life, making me feel loved and wanted. She has much more guts than I do and is so upfront, but then again she has the advantage of society just a tad bit more. And as we spent more time together in the next two months, we learnt quite a lot about each other.
We aren't the greatest of friends yet we have a bond that's unexplainable. It pure and soulful; something which only endears my heart. We don't force our company upon each other, but rather seek for it. We both have our own share of grievances from life that we came to know about as we spent longer and longer time with each other, but we now have the strength to face it in a better manner.
We usually spend our recess time in school together in spite of all the degrading looks, but it doesn't matter. We enjoy each other's company and there's nothing more than that. We now have a shoulder to lean upon when in emotional turmoil and have each other's backs during times of trouble. And as these two months have flown by, we no longer remembered days - we remember moments.
But then again as a wise man once said, one of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood. And I can satisfactorily say that Ishaani understands me. As I've made it clear earlier, we aren't the best of friends. Instead, we are building a bond between us slowly and steadily, strengthening the base of trust, faith, communication and friendship between us.
Rome wasn't built in a day, and relationships most certainly aren't. And we both like it this way. We get to learn something new about each other every single day, which in itself has a thrill of its own. She is the first one who has ever taken the trouble to know me truly, the first one who understands me like no other person. And at long last I have someone in the city who appreciates me for who I am, rather than from which run of the society I come from.
The greatest gift of life is friendship, and I have finally received it.
Constructive criticism will be more than welcome and sorry for any typos. :D :D
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Epistle 6
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