ArHi: Starlight and Moonshine: #16, Pg 54, 29 July - Page 17

Originally posted by: greenteaholic

I volunteer.

they were trying to identify the similarities btw both cases..Honest and lovely Acp, intelligent and impressive Dr..liked it how they connecting clues..Satya seems to be a genuine officer..

Khushi-payal convo is cute..I do want to know why does payal work in primary school??

coming to the last update, Khushi grabbed the whole attention..I loved this khushi..what happened three years ago and what's the connection btw the woman and them..

is she related to their parents in anyway??

I am taking a break today ladies!

See you all tomorrow 😊

08: Pushya: To Nourish

The old run down hotel on the high way was made of dust and dreams. Honoring dying wish of aging father, the son had kept the business afloat with fleeting patronage. It is the last place Arnav expects to be and never wants to leave.

"I was a study in disappointment," Arnav says between bites of rice and nostalgic rendition of his first ever crime scene. "I am good at dissecting crime scenes because I have always felt as an observer in this life. I say I am a study in disappointment because I can see the moments where people curled their lips, cocked their head and let out a derisive sigh. Huh, so Arnav didn't get to do what he wanted to do. Let's move on to the next thing and ignore till he does something right again.' Sometimes I pulled the failure to react act just to see how they would react. To see if I can get people to react at all."

"You played games?" Khushi sounds inquisitive.

He shakes his head. "I didn't. Not consciously at least. When I delivered something spectacular, there were suddenly people around me. And when I was subdued or f**ked up, unsurprisingly there were none."

Khushi raises an eyebrow. "This is something everyone feels bunch of times in their lives. They move on to meet new people and find new friends."

"I am stuck in that cycle still, I think, going through notions between being adored and ignored." Khushi sighs inwardly when his voice drops an octave and takes a somber note.

She shifts her chair a little closer to him and ignores Arnav's inward smile at her action. "It must be tiring to analyze and critique your own life as a third party observer."

"It makes you jaded I suppose. Or depressed." He shrugs.

Khushi nods thoughtfully. "There are times I want to yell at people - Tell me what should I do to make you acknowledge me? To look at me? To tell me I am doing a f**king good job.' I have resigned to the fact that this is how people are. Sometimes you are just that unlucky or they have a hang up on you that they can't see past or maybe you really suck." Khushi downed entire glass of water. She had struggled to understand blatant bias shown against her at the beginning of her career. Having never been subjected to such a bias out right, it had been a harsh wake up call.

Strange calmness flitted between them, the dusty heat rumpling neatly pressed pants and shirts while sandy breeze brought out selfishly guarded anger at the world.

"Sometimes the world is too overwhelming to react to." Arnav says finally.

"Sometimes there are only failures on our hands; even a victory can be measured as a variant of a failure." Khushi adds.

"I like this place." He says looking at the empty hotel.

"I thought you might," she replies.

"I took an irrational risk in my last assignment. It went well. But like you said bigger the success, larger its failure variant. People with power didn't like it. I was ostracized by the very people who were taking me out for lunch or handing me tea. These were exact same people who believed I was the best investigator they had ever met. After the assignment it would have been a miracle to get someone to say hello to me." Arnav skims over final details. Khushi nods as if she gets it.

"We are relevant only when we have something to offer to this world." Khushi twirls the water bottle. "Adoring and indulging is expensive. And one should have shit load of luck to be at the receiving end of it."

"What happens once we stop being relevant?" Arnav asks softly.

Khushi simply shrugs.

Oh, the irony..

Twiggy

~Edit~

Relevance is subjective, is it not? There is a certain amount of sycophancy that comes with everything in the world, but it more of a survival instinct.

And how people react to relevance is also different. Some will wear the love/adoration on their sleeves while others with do so passively. In the end does that change what reflects in the mirror? That will depend on just how far you let the external affect the internal. It will always have an impact but the magnitude will depend on you. And some luck, of course.

See now we have GTH in her element 😃

Dimagh ko hilanay wali update...;).had to read twice to get the meanings..:p...jst joking...;)

It is out of my league now!!!!

good update..👏

"We are relevant only when we have something to offer to this world."

To the world - a faceless crowd, to the people you most want to be relevant to. Perhaps

To some - you become part of who they are as people - merge with their ego, their memories, their perception of the world. And they carry you with them. You may never even know who or how but irrelevant you never truly are. You are just <shrug> not relevant in the way *you* want to be.

See this is why you are who you are. One walks in expecting to feel thrill and adrenaline and you show them an invisible piece of the world within.

Loved part 8 👏
Arnav and Khushi together having a meaningful conversation 😃
Eager for the next part 😃
Thank you for the pm 😃