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Deepika appointed as India's first Mental Health Ambassador
.Originally posted by: -FlameOfHope-
LM, I won't be available till 3rd April. :( So, I'll reply to your replies and give reviews from the 4th. I'm really sorry for the sudden change but post-exam plans are weighing hard.
Love,Poplu.
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don't worry about that... as i said earlier also that keeping ur age in mind it was too good... the way u combined various concepts was truly amazing... 👏 👏as to being hypothetical isn't it what fiction all about...😛 take our Ishveer also.. who are they.. still we are crazy...😕 but u made it sound realistic so applause for that..👏 👏
that i cannot help yar... it's all ishveer's fault n u all amazing writers are adding to it... coz hamari n Ishveer ki saari adhoori kahani yahi to poori hoti hai... 😃 😃 as to chirveer I think this is the first show jaha par hero n villain ka bhi pair bana with some crazy fans... 🤣 🤣
u know I have a special funny bone... 😆 😆 always love such light hearted moments... in addition Ranveer's band bajaoing session are always my favorite... he just turns more cute in such scenarios 😳 😳
what.. they will never know that.. 😲 😲 means matter is extremely serious... but right now even we r waiting for it.. so I think justification will come only after Interlude 15 (which is definitely one of the two things I am most excited about)... 😊
And you've said an excellent, excellent point about the show as well. 
A big hug to you for that! 🤗🤗 As to completing their incomplete story, again brilliantly put. 
.Originally posted by: ShadikaIshVeer
LM jaldi batao before my lunchbreak is down😆😆 Mujhe intezaar nahi hoora hai😆😆
Originally posted by: LadyMeringue
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Ishaani is supposed to keep she emotions to herself but she ended up removing it alll out on Ranveer. 🤣🤣 And then when she was finally done, she noticed Ranveer's burnt hand and put ice-cream on it and gave him a hug too. 😳😳 There's more, but it's better if you read it. 😆😆
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7th April, 2004:
Oh to be drunk, that's my only vice,
Where there's no yesterday, no tomorrow.
Only a glass of liquor that makes me forget it all,
The intoxication of today, and the peace of another world.
La la la la la... la la la la la...
8th April, 2004:
Oh shit, did I actually write this?
God, this is a nightmare! How do people enjoy drinking and retain enough of their sanity? I was just supposed to have a glass of desi pauwa. How the hell did this happen?! And what on Earth is this ridiculous poem that I've written? And my handwriting... I haven't ever written this illegibly in my entire life!
Argh, if only my head would stop aching!
-x-
Okay, now I feel better. Baba gave me a glass of lime water for the hangover. Oh God, this was terrible for a first time, and I've only had three glasses. Lesson No 1: I CANNOT handle alcohol. Baba tells me that I've spoken some really crazy stuff and that I've never been this silly in my entire life. If only I could remember! Baba says that there's no chance to it - if I can't remember it now, there's obviously no probability that I'm remembering any of it any time soon.
I feel like I know what's happened and some of the things that I've spoken, but it's like... it's like those dreams. The harder you try to catch on to them, the faster they slip away from the mind. Damn it, this is so not cool! Ishaani's being giving me such crazy looks the whole afternoon. It's like she knows that something is wrong with me... Like she knows that I got drunk by some maddening way, even though Baba assures me that I didn't leave the room at all.
How would he know, he must have fallen asleep before me!
Okay, now you are probably wondering how I even got to a position like this in the first place. Alright, I'll fill you in. Yesterday... well, I was missing Maa a lot. It's been two years since she returned back to the village and since I last met her. I kind of got into an argument with Ishaani as well, and Baa certainly didn't make it easier with her constant grumbling. And well... you know how off I've been these days.
I cannot understand why I'm so moody these days. It just feels like nothing is going right at all! And that frustrates me! I hate being a teenager because it's stupid. I don't like being stupid. And the lesser said about Ishaani's mood swings, the better. It was precisely why we had our argument yesterday. It started off upon a very petty matter which I cannot even remember about now, one thing leading to another. And before we knew it, we had retired to our rooms without even giving each other as much as a look of acknowledgment.
It all just got together when I came back to my room yesterday evening and saw Baba having a drink. Now you know that I'm not particularly a big fan of his habit, seeing that he has absolutely zero sense or sensibility when he's all drunk. So I walked up to him to snatch away the glass when I was seized by a reckless daring. Yes, I know I'm overly stupid when I'm reckless, but I can't help it.
Instead of stopping Baba, I asked him whether I could have a sip.
Since Baba was still sober, he cocked his eyebrow up at me curiously, patting upon the floor as a gesture for me to sit near him. I sat right in front of him, and he looked at me seriously.
"Not for another year, son," he told me with a small smile, an understanding look upon his ageing features.
I couldn't help but notice that he'd lost a little weight as well along with his head balding away a little more. And that seemed to set me off entirely - the bitter truth that not only I was getting older, but so were my parents. And it was something I'd realized yesterday when I saw Mota Babuji struggling to read the newspaper without glasses even though he hasn't changed a lot features wise at all. And neither had Falguni Maa, for that matter. Then why were my parents ageing so quickly?
"But I just want a sip... not anything more," I requested, my spirits now even lower than before.
"It's always a sip to begin with," he replied sagely, his eyes boring into my own. "Sips turn into glasses and glasses turn into bottles within no time," he added seriously.
"Fine, then I'm not going to let you have any as well," I grumbled, feeling vexed. He clicked his tongue in disapproval.
"Now there, don't be unfair. Atleast let me vent my own emotions. You can have the soda if you want," he said reasonably, but I now decided to be stubborn. I hated it when things didn't work out the way I wanted it to.
"You're the one being unfair, Baba. And it's not like I'm hiding and drinking from you anyway. I'm asking you about it honestly," I countered, hoping that atleast this approach has a better effect. Like expected, it did.
"Hmmm... okay, you make a fair point. Only a sip, okay?" he told me nervously. I gave him a big smile in return while nodding my head, now taking a sip from the glass.
This must probably be the tackiest thing I've ever had, and this can even beat the kadha Baa used to make me for nearly six months. Yet even though I hated it, I instantly craved for another sip. I looked at Baba guiltily, and as was to be, he simply shrugged his shoulders with an 'I told you so' look. And I took another sip. This time, I could overlook the taste because it did make me feel considerably better. It was as though I was drinking down an antidote to my sorrows.
"So, what made you get down this path, son?" Baba asked me curiously as I gulped down another sip.
"I was sad... you said it helps whenever I'm sad," I admitted to him half-heartedly. Baba sighed.
"I did. But I thought you hated alcohol," he spoke after some time, his voice now more compassionate.
"I don't hate it so much now," I replied him, my voice slightly bitter.
"Well, you'll eventually get habituated to it once you've tried it," he agreed with me silently. I stared at my glass half-heartedly, looking at Baba once again.
"Can I complete this glass?" I questioned him, now entirely ashamed of myself. Baba gave me a keen look for a few moments that made me feel uncomfortable, but I remained silent nonetheless.
"By all means. So, why are you sad?" he asked me after some time, now looking concerned.
"I don't know... I must be missing Maa, I guess," I replied instantly, even though it was not entirely true. Apparently, even Baba thought the same.
"Are you sure it is about your mother or is it about Ishaani?" he asked me shrewdly this time, and I blushed furiously. Our argument did happen in front of Baba and he knows how much it upsets me every time we have a serious argument.
"Ishaani? Where does she come into this from?" I asked him quickly, making sure not to meet eyes with him for fear of being caught red-handed.
"Oh well, you could never sleep the whole night whenever you fought with her. If this is your state now, I wonder what will happen when you confess to her," joked Baba. I'm pretty sure I felt my heart stop in that moment.
"Confess? Confess what?" I shot at him sharply, my heart now suddenly beating irregularly.
"Your feelings, ofcourse," replied Baba, my face draining away of all colour.
"What feelings?" I asked back, this time trying to play stupid. But the unfortunate thing is that we both know the truth.Baba gave me a fatherly look acknowledging the fact that he knew, and that's the last thing I remember.
God, what did I tell him?! I swear, I'll never touch any form of alcohol again if I remember what happened last night! Great, someone's knocking at the door now. Wait, I think it's Ishaani. Oh no... She sounds irked. Let me see what this is about.
-x-
OH. MY. GOD!
What the hell did I do! Argh! Ishaani just dragged me along to the terrace to confront me about what happened last night! I was right - she did know that I got drunk. And Baba had no clue whatsoever about what happened yesterday once he feel asleep because apparently, the real party began right after that.
And now that Ishaani nearly exploded at me about the whole thing from last night, I do seem to recollect some really embarrassing fragments. And oh my God, Baba was right - I did do the stupidest of things! And the way Ishaani put them, I'd dropped my brains off from the terrace along with my senses.
Okay, I'll tell you what we spoke.
So Ishaani knocked at the door and after my hesitation, I did open the door. But even before I had the time to say anything, she dragged me out from the room and took me to the terrace. Shutting the terrace door and bolting it, she swung me around so that I now faced her.
"We need to talk," she told me, her tone evidently annoyed.
"I think there were better ways to do that," I reply her reasonably, massaging my wrist that she seemed to have no mercy upon when it came to gripping. We still hadn't resolved our argument from the previous day, but there was no point bringing that up when there seemed like a bigger explosion in wait.
"I need answers, right now," she said heatedly, her eyes now sparkling in the moonlight. I could no longer manage to meet gaze with her.
"Er, okay?" I shot back uncertainly, wondering exactly what it was that she did have in mind. As though on cue, she burst into speech.
"What the heck was wrong with you last night?" she exploded, now deciding to attack my shoulders by roughing shaking them.
"What do you mean?" I asked her nervously, my eyes now darting about everywhere except for her face.
"Would you mind telling me what you were doing last night?" she questioned again, her tone exhibiting a patience I'm certain she didn't even remotely feel.
She impatiently clicked her heels while I racked my brains upon the best defense, too afraid to tell her the truth. I could never bear it when she was disappointed with me, and what happened last night was nothing short of an appropriate candidate for the category. So I decided to lie. Bad call.
"Sleeping, like everybody else..." I replied hesitantly, and she chose to show her surprise by arching her eyebrows.
"Really?" she mocked, her tone now cold.
"Yes... yes," I stuttered in response, and she gave me an angry look. "What kind of ridiculous question is that!" I added loudly, hoping that I would have something concrete to defend myself with, even though I knew that this was going to backfire very badly. Not one of my best judgments for sure.
"Oh, alright. So I suppose that your must have sleep-walked upon the terrace at two in the morning," she let me know, and I can sense the irony in her voice. But the fact that I was upon the terrace so late in the night alone was enough to snuff all of my bluffing power.
"Rea- really?" I asked her, this time genuinely worried. I had no idea about how Ishaani knew about my whereabouts or what I'd done that had made her so angry.
"Oh yes. Since how long have you been sleep-walking?" she countered curiously, her eyes never leaving my face once. Her eyes shone with a fire so bright that it made me perspire in guilty shame. I refused to meet them.
"Few- few months," I lied through my teeth, and she now folded her arms coolly.
"Why didn't you tell me about it?" she fired at me instantaneously, and I could feel my hands and feet go cold. We had never lied to each other till this point of time. This was the first time I was ever doing so. Lying isn't my strongest suite - not to Ishaani, anyway.
"Er..." was all I could mutter, but she saved me the time.
"Sleep-walking... pfft, even you could do better than that, Ranveer," she retorted, the disdain evident in her voice. And before I could say anything further, she pullred my ears painfully, yelling at the top of her voice.
"Don't lie to me! You were drunk!"
I should have come clean, but guilt overcame me in such overwhelming waves that I couldn't help it. Throwing her hand away from my now-throbbing ear, I turned my face away from hers and lied once again.
"Will you stop interrogating me?! I came to get some fresh air upon the terrace, okay!"
"Okay, then tell me how did you get the key to the terrace?" she shot at me, her tone now sardonic. I gulped in defeat, knowing that there was nothing more that I could do. I'd hit a dead end.
"I was drunk, fine!" I cried out to her in acceptance, and she rolled her eyes at him. Covering my face in shame, I begged for an answer through my fingers.
"What did I do, Ishaani?"
I heard Ishaani sigh as she turned me around, and yet I couldn't get myself to look at her anymore. Pulling my hands off of my face, Ishaani put her finger underneath my chin and pulled it up so that our eyes finally met. The fire had vanished from them. Instead, she now had an evil smile upon her face, her lips constantly twitching just like how it did every time when she tried to control the urge of laughing.
"Okay, I'll tell you," she began, her voice now shaking with the effort of keep it straight. "You've been singing songs of Kishore, Rafi and Mukesh in the most absurd of lyrics. Impossible as it is, if there is one thing Mr. Prefect Perfect totally sucks at, it's singing when you are drunk. So please never sing like that again," she added before her restraint broke, suddenly laughing at me in the most absurd and immoderate manner. It's a surprise she didn't fall down.
Feeling thoroughly flustered and embarrassed at having no recollection about it whatsoever, I now spoke irritably.
"That's it? I've been 'singing'?" I hissed at her, making quotation marks in the air. She gave me a ridiculous expression as though I had the word 'doofus' printed on my head.
"At two in the morning, and have been dancing as well," she added, breaking into another fit of laughter as she imitated the way I was dancing. Snake-dancing, to be more precise. This I remember. What the hell was wrong with me?!
"I was... relieving stress," I defended myself awkwardly, now feeling my cheeks grow warm.
"Aha! Then you might want to tell me why you were quoting Urdu and Farsi poetry to me at two in the morning. More stressbusters?" she jested, a huge smirk on her face.
"I... I did that?" I stuttered once again, now completely disbelieving of how crazy I had gotten the previous night.
It was a very recent hobby that I'd taken up of reading poetry from the two languages and well... it was intense stuff I read. This was only getting more mortifying in a very embarrassing way.
"It's a relief Baa didn't hear you or else..." chuckled Ishaani, now wiping away tears from her eyes of laughter at the cost of making me want to fade away into oblivion. But that was not all.
"When you came on the terrace, I did not know what you even came for. The way you kept staring down... and then suddenly, out of nowhere, you start singing songs! And if it were any less, when I came to stop you and ask you what on Earth you were doing, you pulled my hand and made me dance too."
"Oh no..." was all I could say as I hid my face into my palms once again, no longer able to digest the embarrassment. Apparently, Ishaani seemed to have been having a blast at my predicament, which was payback for our argument. I was skewered.
"Oh yes, and that's not even all of it," she responded, although this time I sensed the change in her tone. I looked up at her and asked nervously.
"What did I do?"
"You brought me a glass of alcohol," she replied simply, and I could see that she didn't look too happy about that part.
"No... No, I didn't," I whisphered aghast, slapping myself mentally for behaving like a retard.
"You aren't even eighteen!" she exclaimed suddenly and I squawked softly. She continued, her voice now angry once again.
"And I thought you hated alcohol! What the heck was that, Ranveer?! Do you even know that you even threw up last night or that I had to leave you in your room last night when you fell asleep on my shoulder, talking the weirdest of things?"
"Weirdest of things? What did I say?" I asked her, my mind suddenly running into overdrive. The fact that I'd thrown up and had to be carried back to my room didn't disturb me as much as what I might have let slip in my haze of intoxication. She narrowed her eyes at me, speaking in a bored voice.
"I don't know, something about the Tata portfolio and equity derivatives. God knows alone what you spoke," she added darkly, and I heaved a sigh of relief. That was a very near close call. But I needed to still make sure.
"Did- did I say anything else to you... about you..." I questioned her unsurely, wondering how best to phrase my question without making it look too suspicious.
"I think the poems were enough for me yesterday," she responded quickly, somehow getting the gist of what I wanted to ask. Promptly changing the topic, she continued once again.
"They were brilliant ones though, mind you, but why on Earth would you quote poems on love and heartbreaks to me still beats me," she remarked, looking at me curiously now.
"Because I was drunk?" I suggested innocently, hoping to take her off the topic now.
"Yeah, that makes sense..." she replied, more to herself than to me.
Phew, one more sigh of relief. She looked at me and smiled for the first time that evening. Between scowls and immoderate laughing, this struck as a good balance to me.
"Though I must say, I loved those poems... very breathtaking," she complimented and I felt my cheeks grow warm once again. Out of embarrassment or pride, I don't know. We remained silent for sometime before I finally decided to break it.
"Oh my God, I sound so stupid last night," I groaned in defeat finally, shaking my head and hoping that my brains would never abandon me.
"Don't even get me started..." began Ishaani, sniggering. "Would you mind telling me why you wanted to keep pulling my cheeks and poking me constantly?"
"Er... because you're cute and have got good cheeks?" I say in an attempt to sound cheeky but I think I ended up sounding more awestruck. Ishaani gave me her customary smile and ruffled my hair lovingly, and that made me finally relax. Everything was alright. And just like that, without any reason, Ishaani twists my hand behind my back, snapping me out from my ten-second reverie.
"Ouch! What are you doing, you mental girl?" I shrieked at her, her grip on my hand vice-like.
"You are not going to have alcohol again," she whispered threateningly into my ears. I scowled at her with what little vision I did have of her out of the corner of my eye.
"What? Why?" I asked her stupidly, and her hold got even stronger.
"Because I hate it, and even you aren't a fan of it. So shut up, okay? You were at your most mental yesterday, and I had half a mind to drop you at a mental hospital," she admitted, her voice sounding close to laughing again. But I knew that she was trying to impose the seriousness of what happened yesterday even though it was more hilarious than harmful in my opinion.
"Ouch, let go of my hand!" I cried to her once again but in vain.
"Promise me!" she hissed, and I growled at her.
"Alright, alright! Ouch!" I shrieked in pain as she let go of my hand at long last. I glared at her as harshly as I could even though it rubbed no effect upon her whatsoever.
"That's like a good boy," she replied placidly, but the only reaction that the phrase evoked from me was the sudden urge to do the same to her. And just like that, out of nowhere, something struck me. Giving her an interrogatory look of my own, I asked her softly.
"And would you mind telling me what were you doing upon the terrace in the first place?"
My question managed to wipe the silly smile off from her face. She was the one who looked evasive now.
"I... I just needed to be alone," she confessed with a heavy sigh, and I suddenly felt guilty.
"The terrace is out of bounds at night," I reminded her sternly, while she gave me a peeved look. "I was drunk to not remember it, but what excuse did you have?" I asked her, my voice now slightly accusatory.
"Star-gazing?" she shot back instantly, sticking her tongue out at me in vexation.
"Without me?" I questioned, now slightly put off.
"We weren't talking to each other yesterday, remember?" she countered, and well... she did have a good point.
"So what, you were here the whole night till I showed up?" I asked her incredulously.
"Something like that, yes," she replied coolly, and we both fell quiet for what the longest silence between us up until that point tonight.
"So we good?" I asked her finally after a few minutes, hoping that things were resolved between us now. I didn't like fighting with her. Her smile was my answer.
"Provided that you never lie to me again," she replied piquely and I nodded my head.
"Deal," I promise her, and she pulled my cheek affectionately.
"You may have been the silliest last night, but I couldn't have loved you more. I never knew that Ranveer Vaghela had this side to him too," she added me naively and thankfully, she was too busy chuckling to notice the furious blush that pounded my cheeks. I coughed awkwardly to break the diabetically sweet moment for me.
"Want to star gaze tonight as well?" I asked her, while she eyed me mischievously.
This time, she chose to link her arm within my own as an answer. The two of us lied down upon the bedsheet that I spread upon the floor, spending the rest of our time together in silence. We viewed the sky as its unveiled self for once that had its usual settlements of stars belonging to different worlds, a small smile upon both of our faces. What happened last night was a mistake, but it wasn't my vice. And yet it did make me realize something tonight.
I've only ever had one vice. And that's Ishaani.
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