ArHi: Starlight and Moonshine: #16, Pg 54, 29 July - Page 27

Originally posted by: meera30

What shall I say, I wonder

Shall I mention the blood tinged words
Or the knife that can cut souls?

Shall I point to the secrets
Or the shining sunlight I cannot see?

Shall I admire the fancy of genius
Or fear the evil smile of knowledge?

Shall I rejoice that you write here
Or wail that your world isn't farther and brighter?

What can I say Meeraji, you poetess, you-! 👏🤗

I wonder if what they see as a complex web of connections, deep down is as simple as it can be.

More than wanting to know more about Chaya, it is Garima's refusal that is driving Khushi's need to uncover the truth. Witnessing that detachment hurts and horrifies Garima.

In darkness, listening to the fire's breath, we wait.

Couldn't understand the meaning of title'the greater one'..does it imply Garima or khushi for her knowledge to see through the things??
but Garima hid something which she thinks It may hurt Khushi I guess.yet Khushi is searching her roots for just find her answers..


Mysterious...Already Garima is not ready to reveal anything about chaya ..now she hid her friendship with Arnav's family too..how come she didn't ask anything about them to Arnav if she knew Arnav is her friend's son..

is it really possible to forget someone who is so close ?? is it how the real world works?? or did they wantonly cut the relation to save some secrets..by hiding the facts Garima leads Khushi to search for the past..

my confused mind comes with a stupid theory
Is khushi really Chaya's child..no one knew about Chaya..maybe Khushi is daughter of some one(maybe Mrs.Inder) who related to Chaya..and for some unknown reason Chaya accepted Khushi..

this story is so so different and intriguing..

read all the chapters in one go.

Bookmarking! Enjoyed the thriller theme and the slow love story between Arnav and Khushi <3

13: Hasta: The Hand

I am jagged edges and sharp corners. I am a map of tragedies and lies. I am a graveyard for dying stars. I lie between nowhere and everywhere. I am stuck between now and then. Will you leave me trails of Sunshine to follow from the abyss that is my mind into the surface that is your skin?

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She rests her chin on her forearms that she has resting on the rolled down car window. The breeze carries heat, whispers nasty secrets and bites her skin with sullied air. She doesn't care.

"Why all this hush hush?" She turns around when she hears Arnav ask her a question. The tar road rattles beneath the tires, the asphalt smelling like sweet agony.

"My parents are well connected with relatives. They would have shut this down before it even began had they come to know I was trying to find out more about Chaya. None of our relatives would have talked." Khushi turns her face and watches a civilian clothed Arnav who still manages to hold a semblance of professionalism in his casual clothing. "Can we not talk about the case or my mother or these weird associations we are surrounded with?"

"What do you want to talk about then?" He gives in. "Weather?" He chuckles.

Khushi rolls her eyes and turns her head back towards the window. "Something. Anything."

Arnav smiles. "I have no memory of my parents. I feel I should miss them but I don't." He stops and turns to look at Khushi who has already turned her head, watching him. "What?" He asks.

"Our lives are bunch of stories Arnav. We arrange words in a way the narration takes the easiest route to the truth. Sometimes these narrations become as important as truth itself and sometimes even more so. Today the story is that you don't miss your parents. I am overly obsessed with my mother. Months ago I am sure our stories were different." Khushi replies.

Arnav looks at her fondly and shakes his head. "That's a complicated explanation for a simple observation," he hedges. "But I get what you are saying."

"I am sure you do Arnav," Khushi hums. "We have a tendency to categorize ourselves under different labels. It becomes easier to express ourselves or judge for that matter."

"Like you being cynical right now?" He throws back at her, laughter lacing his tone.

Khushi grins. "I suppose so. Or I could be this mean old eighty-year-old woman in an almost thirty-year-old woman's body with stubbornness of a five-year-old, throwing tantrums in the middle of the street."

"We can be more than one person at the same time," Arnav replies, losing the edge that kept his body tight. In this uncomfortable heat, sweaty car, a highbrow sophist making stuff up just to avoid the bothersome subjects - he is at peace.

"We can be whatever we want Arnav. Including what others want us to be." Khushi smiles. Arnav falters when he catches the tail end of that smile.

"You mean wear a mask?" His heart is erratic.

She shrugs. "Wear several masks. Have several stories. Keep multiple appearances."

"Where is me in all this?" Arnav asks, wondering the direction of this conversation. He knows they aren't bantering nonsensical things anymore. Its deep and its raw and its moody. He adores it.

"You are all of those. You are none of them. Did you already forget?" There is mild teasing in her tone.

"What?" He asks.

"We are all bunch of stories that have happened or waiting to happen." She laughs.

"How many masks are you wearing right now?" He curses his curiosity when his mouth blurts. "How many webs of stories have you woven around us?"

Khushi looks at him sharply. Her eyes soften and a private smile curls her lips. "The web isn't strong and the masks come to be transparent. There are just dreams, nerve endings, bitter bones, unwritten opera and our endless finite days."

Arnav reaches over and clasps his free hand with hers.

"Me too." He whispers.

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Edited

What extraordinary form you are in with this chapter green tea loving genius! Our life as a series of words arranged to tell the most relevant story at the time. It's like an instant click - like it was so obvious that is what we do when we declare our situations as weave in parts of the past into where we are in the present. Stories shift even if underlying themes remain constant for longer

Brilliantly done. I can't say more because I wouldn't do justice to the depth that this chapter brings to thought but what can be more romantic than to fall in love with the workings of life - isn't that what they are doing in some way - amidst all the secrets and shadows

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Loved part 13👏