#2 ~FF : Untold Stories~ - Page 6

LM... you are cruel... 😕

Res

nice update ..he is thankful to god he went to factory instead of ishani

He hi dear
Tht ws very dreadful chp I must say.
U hv practically !mastered evrythng I mean whether it's romNce or sadness u r gud at both.
So poor boy got very bad shot
I mean tht hospital descriptn nd condition of ranveer frequently cmng in nd fading out was awesome
So his dreams return again but. Vry bad tymng
Lungs punctured nd motor dysfuctn can nythng b worst thn this.
He cannot move his legs nd hw cum ishani did not came to see him.
O girl let him get well thn strt ur anger. Dere silence is terrifying me I mean is it tht tufan k pehle ki khamoshi
So he is in trauma nd not speaking to ny1 but his will power is tested dis tym
Thnx fr updating dis chp dear inspite of All the bad news v r gtng
Thnx fr pm Waitng Fr next
Wanted to write so much coz dis chp was very well portrayed frm writer's POV but want to reach sumwhr urgently.

Whoa! All I can scream out now is THAT'S MY B'DAY! Why LM? Why only mine? 18th Feb.. and Ranveer's broken. :'( And co-incidentally, this show's closing down on 19th Feb. I'm glad THAT at least isn't happening on 18th. :) But really, I'll miss this show. I'll really miss it. :'(

Originally posted by: matsh

LM... you are cruel... 😕

Res

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Originally posted by: kimnana

nice update ..he is thankful to god he went to factory instead of ishani

lollz how many times he fade out ...lovely update

ty for pm

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Originally posted by: dvprt418.py

He hi dear
Tht ws very dreadful chp I must say.
U hv practically !mastered evrythng I mean whether it's romNce or sadness u r gud at both.
So poor boy got very bad shot
I mean tht hospital descriptn nd condition of ranveer frequently cmng in nd fading out was awesome
So his dreams return again but. Vry bad tymng
Lungs punctured nd motor dysfuctn can nythng b worst thn this.
He cannot move his legs nd hw cum ishani did not came to see him.
O girl let him get well thn strt ur anger. Dere silence is terrifying me I mean is it tht tufan k pehle ki khamoshi
So he is in trauma nd not speaking to ny1 but his will power is tested dis tym
Thnx fr updating dis chp dear inspite of All the bad news v r gtng
Thnx fr pm Waitng Fr next
Wanted to write so much coz dis chp was very well portrayed frm writer's POV but want to reach sumwhr urgently.

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Originally posted by: Effulgent

Whoa! All I can scream out now is THAT'S MY B'DAY! Why LM? Why only mine? 18th Feb.. and Ranveer's broken. :'( And co-incidentally, this show's closing down on 19th Feb. I'm glad THAT at least isn't happening on 18th. :) But really, I'll miss this show. I'll really miss it. :'(

Coming back to the update, this was one heck of an update! The pain, the detailing and most importantly, the cold reality of life.. of how it takes away everything we have in just a sec' is so explicit in this chapter. This is the best chapter for me now. Well, you write so amazingly that every chapter feels like it's the best.

Ranveer's losing his will to live, to get back what he lost. Baa visits him twice daily! That's a tremendous change in her character. Good going!

The Kite Runner parts are very awesome since the book's very close to my heart. But I must say, thanks to you for the indirect recommendation of that book in NC threads (you and MM were discussing it, right?). I read it and fell in love with it. Khaled Hosseini has become one of my favourite writer.

I just finished my tests yesterday and was in for rude awakening when I stepped into the forum as the show going off-air's news were confirmed. I really sobbed for that late in the night. I never really knew that I would cry for a DS, that too, an Indian one! :(

I haven't replied to your PMs because I wanted to distance myself from this show completely. I would rather like to go away from this show before it leaves me. So, I would not be a regular reviewer for all FFs. My apologies in advance.

Lo and behold! This became a monologue instead of a review. So sorry for that. I couldn't resist spilling out all my bottled up feelings, and I find that you're the one who understands me well on the forum.

Let's keep in touch buddy! But yeah, I'll miss you too since my finals are starting from next month and I'll be a complete nerd. The tests which got over yesterday for pre-finals.

Love,

Effulgent

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Epistle 32: First Tinker of Hope

A/N: Hey there everyone! :D :D Here is the next update. :D :D

February 21st, 2001:

And it's been a month and five days.

A month and five days since I've last had a proper conversation with Ranveer. Since I last saw him laugh, or even smile. Since I last let him know how much he means to me. Since I lost my friend to something that was greater than both of us. I don't know what happened till this date - how could everything just go topsy-turvy all of a sudden; how could my world just change in one night?

And yet nothing is the same any more. Every day, I'm forced to watch my friend lost within an empty shell with no will to fight any more. This is wrong - wrong! My Ranveer is a fighter, was always a fighter. Then why isn't he fighting now? Why, God, why? Wasn't it Ranveer who always told me that no matter what, we mustn't go down without a fight? That we must always try our best to combat our fears and problems? Then why isn't he doing that? Why?

In this one month, I've tried everything... everything in my power to try to make him feel better. But did I? All I did was silently sit by him, hoping that my presence would give him the strength to overcome the pain. But it isn't work. He's sinking more and more into it, and it's frightening me. He won't even talk to me, and I have no courage to talk with him or even meet eyes with him. The only time I must have actually spoken words to him was in the hospital. But even then, his cold anger made me choke upon them until I had to leave. I could not bear to see his eyes.

I want to take away his pain, and heal him of the agony that's been tugging at his heart. I want to make him whole; I want to tell him that he would always find me by his side no matter what. I want him to let me in, to let me taste his troubles and fears. But he won't let me anywhere near. I broke down the walls around his heart once, but they've grown back stronger than ever this time. And I don't know what to do about it.

I've always tried so hard to make his life easier so that he gets the share of happiness that he deserves. But fate always steals that away from him! How dare it!? That's his happiness, his! Nobody else's! And how dare the bloody society tag him as a servant? I will fight the world if that's what it comes to! I've had enough of this crap! They're the cause of his misery! They are the ones who implanted the idea in his head that he is a servant, they are the ones who made him go this reckless!

I HATE THEM ALL!

I only asked Ranveer to take care of my father. Why did he have to kill himself for it? Doesn't he like me? Doesn't he know that my life is attached to his? Doesn't he know that he's slowly killing me along with himself? Doesn't he know how much his happiness matters to me, about how happy he makes me? Doesn't he know how much he means to me, to everyone? He had no right making that call. If Papa's life is priceless to me; his is no less too. He had no right doing this to himself, to all of us. Maybe it's me; maybe it's what I told him that made him do this. Yes, this is my fault. This is all my fault.

And now, he's punishing us all by this lifelessness that he has suddenly embraced. How could he do that?! Wasn't he the same Ranveer who forgot his pains in the light of his hopes? Then how could he give up on hope? What does he want - death? Is that what he wants? Is that what he's aiming at? I do not understand at all. This birthday must have been my first birthday where I couldn't even feel happy about it. Ranveer wished me a 'Happy Birthday', but I could not see where it was meant to be happy. It felt like a funeral.

And speaking of funeral, our exams begin from the first of March. I don't even know whether I'll be able to answer my exams well at all or no. I've been completely distracted at school and the teachers sympathize, but I'm trying my best to manage it all. I've been collecting notes for Ranveer as well from his friends even though I don't know whether he is even going to look at them or no. But atleast I must hand him over the time table. I don't know what good it will do, but I don't know... it feels right, somehow.

Is there ever going to be a dawn to this seamless night?

Ishaani shut her diary and stared at the time tables in front of her. Sighing, she swung herself off the bed and kept the diary inside the nightstand drawer, feeling heavy-hearted. Taking the timetables in her hand, she made her way to Ranveer's room where she found the latter lost in thought like always. Ishaani cleared her throat softly, instantly catching Ranveer's attention.

"Um, Ranveer?"

"Yeah?" replied Ranveer, look mildly confused. Ishaani walked into the room and took a seat beside him, handing him over his time table.

"The, uh, exam timetable is out. It's starting from the first," she informed meekly, afraid that he might explode or implode. Both were as dangerous as the other.

"What?" asked Ranveer suddenly, zapped out from his thoughts. Ishaani flushed in spite of herself.

"I know that you probably-"

"No... No..." said Ranveer as he shook his head swiftly, looking practically stunned. "Wh- what date is it today, Ishaani?"

"The 21st of February," replied Ishaani at once, looking bewildered. Ranveer stared at her in shock.

"There's just a week to go!" exclaimed Ranveer in a deranged manner, hiding his face within his palms. Ishaani felt mildly worried for a moment before she asked cautiously.

"Ranveer, what are you getting at?"

"The exams... I want to appear for them! But I haven't studied in a month... and eight days only... Oh God, no!" replied Ranveer in broken sentences, while Ishaani felt at a loss for words.

She had been anticipating several reactions, but this was not a part of it. And it thoroughly took her off-guard. Finally summing up her thoughts after some time during which Ranveer continued to weakly moan, she spoke hesitantly.

"Ranveer, you are supposed to be on strict bedrest for two months. The doctors won't allow-"

"I don't care about what the doctors say, alright!" roared Ranveer angrily and Ishaani squeaked in fright. Looking thoroughly unsettled, he added awkwardly. "I want to appear for the exams."

"Papa won't allow for it either," stated Ishaani at once, while Ranveer stared at her defiantly.

"I want to appear for the exams," repeated Ranveer, his every word punctuated with a coldness that made Ishaani shiver.

"It's not in my hands," reasoned Ishaani, Ranveer now turning his face away from her. She took his hand in her own and was glad that he didn't throw it off. She stared at him imploringly.

"Even if I supported you, we would be overruled."

"I don't care," said Ranveer, his voice barely above a whisper. Letting his head hit the wall behind with a thud, he continued bitterly. "I want to give my exams, that's all. I'm tired and I'm suffocating. This cannot be my entire life. It simply can't. I won't allow it to be."

"Alright, alright," said Ishaani, her eyes suddenly moist. She got up from his cot and looked at him kindly. "Don't get too worked up now, I'll talk to Papa about it and let you know what happened."

Ranveer nodded his head and Ishaani smiled, making her way out from the room.

"Ishaani?"

"Yes?" asked Ishaani as she wheeled around instantly, a sudden hope bubbling in her heart even though she didn't know why. Ranveer stared at her silently for a couple of minutes, his mind deeply contemplating something before he shook his head.

Ishaani gave him a faint smile and shut the door behind her timidly.

You won't just believe what happened today!

For the first time since his accident, Ranveer showed interest in something! Although it's for the exams, but he showed interest. Passionate interest. In my mind, I knew that neither Papa nor the doctors would agree to Ranveer's desire, but then again, I had only prayed for a miracle.

Honestly, I consider this day as one. After the scene with Ranveer, I quickly went to my room and called up Papa - he'd told me that if it was anything important and in relation to Ranveer, I was to make an immediate phone call to him and let him know about it, irrespective of the time or circumstances. And thankfully, Papa was free at that moment.

And so I told him the entire incident about how Ranveer wanted to appear for the exams and seemed rather adamant on doing so. I expected Papa to be disapproving of the idea or even scold me for giving him false hopes. Instead, he gave the request a deep thought and told me that he'd need to talk about the doctors about it.

He quickly hung up the call and I waited for forty minutes, my only source of solace being my own arms hugging myself. Gone were the days where I could throw all my troubles upon my friend's shoulders or could entrust him with all my pain. I'd forgotten what this life felt like and I did not like it at all. It felt wrong to be so mature than your age and to shoulder pain so raw when our entire childhood lay ahead of us. And yet I had done it before at a more tender age than fourteen. Why had I grown so selfish now? Since when was I ever selfish?

But I knew had I had to be there for Ranveer at any cost. He had always made my pain his own, my troubles his own. And so, it was my turn now. I had once promised him that I was in it 'for the long haul' and it was about time that I started living up to it. How exactly am I to help him, I do not know. Whether he'll ever be able to walk again, I do not know either, but I will make sure that I make him live. I don't care how, but I will do it.

And before I get side-tracked, Papa did call me back forty minutes later. He said that the doctors weren't entirely satisfied with having him answer his exams, but even they see that this might be an opportunity to bring him out of the shock and to see how his body adapts to the changes. It is risky, they admit, but they feel that it is worth a shot. But for that, they need to test the flexibility of his arms and see whether he can write that efficiently or no. If he passes the test tomorrow, well... we can talk to the principal about it. After all, they've been harping about waiting to see him back at school, atleast for the exams. It's about time they do something worth about it.

I've informed Ranveer about the same as well. He's once again sunk back into his usual monotonous veil, but Kaka and Kaki looked slightly happy and relieved. Maa is now with Ranveer and is getting him a little warmed up to the subjects and the writing practice, so let's see how that goes.

For now, all that I can be assured of is that Ranveer isn't going down without a fight.

Constructive criticism will be more than welcome and sorry for any typos. :D :D\

Next chapter:
Epistle 33

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