Your Home

Yes, I know you're hurting. You cover it up behind a smile, a tough look when I know the effort it took for you to shrug it off when you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. You've had to stand up on your own feet on bones that were not given enough time to grow.

I know you hurt, still. Searching for your childhood in the crinkles under your eyes, in the dimple on your knees, telling it that you need it to stay. I know behind this beautiful, serene woman who puts everyone before herself, whose need to keep her mother's name intact is greater than anything else - is a little girl just needing someone to push her swing.

Let me make you swing, Sumo, let me help you soar, fly without the burden, even if it is for just a little while. Let me fulfil every dream that the little girl created with matchsticks, only to have adult Sumo crush them to live out her reality.

Let me hold you, Sumo. Let me hold your hand until loneliness is just a vague distant memory.

I hurt when you hurt, don't you know that? Even though I tried to push you away, you made your home in the shipwreck that is my chest, making yourself comfortable between my ribs, somehow making breathing easier for my lungs. The only way to get rid of you would be to tear you out, but that would only result in my death, and I am self preserving above all else.

I know you're lost now, having lost the emotional bond of family through the death of your parents and now maybe even the physical manifestation of it if you lose Tiwari Niwas.

I will not let that happen.

I know you feel like you have no identity, no safe harbour, but while I give you your house back, let me be your home.


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Just my interpretation of what might be going through Shravan's head while he watched Sumo today. Do let me know what you think :)
-Alisha

Yet to fully to watch the episode, but this brought a gargantuan lump to the throat. These two!

WOW👏 have no words to say

Really beautiful! 👏

Originally posted by: Petrichorlove

Yes, I know you're hurting. You cover it up behind a smile, a tough look when I know the effort it took for you to shrug it off when you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. You've had to stand up on your own feet on bones that were not given enough time to grow.

I know you hurt, still. Searching for your childhood in the crinkles under your eyes, in the dimple on your knees, telling it that you need it to stay. I know behind this beautiful, serene woman who puts everyone before herself, whose need to keep her mother's name intact is greater than anything else - is a little girl just needing someone to push her swing.

Let me make you swing, Sumo, let me help you soar, fly without the burden, even if it is for just a little while. Let me fulfil every dream that the little girl created with matchsticks, only to have adult Sumo crush them to live out her reality.

Let me hold you, Sumo. Let me hold your hand until loneliness is just a vague distant memory.

I hurt when you hurt, don't you know that? Even though I tried to push you away, you made your home in the shipwreck that is my chest, making yourself comfortable between my ribs, somehow making breathing easier for my lungs. The only way to get rid of you would be to tear you out, but that would only result in my death, and I am self preserving above all else.

I know you're lost now, having lost the emotional bond of family through the death of your parents and now maybe even the physical manifestation of it if you lose Tiwari Niwas.

I will not let that happen.

I know you feel like you have no identity, no safe harbour, but while I give you your house back, let me be your home.


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Just my interpretation of what might be going through Shravan's head while he watched Sumo today. Do let me know what you think :)
-Alisha

Oh my god, this is wonderfully penned...

I agree that every single of these thoughts MUST HAVE - simply had to - gone through Shravan's head as he watched Sumo's turmoil today. He tries, tries very, very hard, to shut out Sumo. Even while helping her family, he would ideally "want" to restrict her presence in his life. But he just cannot. She is why he is what he is. For better AND for worse...

Even though he doesn't want to acknowledge the power Sumo has over him, deep down, he knows that she is his "home". And this grown-up Shravan Malhotra now wants her to let him be her home.

What a beautiful line - BTW... Kudos!!!

very emotional epi...
my wish on the show is...
shravan should buy and gift this house to sumo as their marriage gift 😉

This is such a beautiful piece you have written. I am already sentimental over the episode and this post is making me more emotional.