Mittu is busy with her exams . So posting it on her behalf 😊
Dont panic she wrote it herself 😆 . She is missing you all and sent her love ❤️
PSYCHOANALYSIS
SHRAVAN
Shravan Malhotra was broken today, shaken up so bad that just like a person trying to remove water of him ends up with few droplets stucking to him. While few go away. Today the water droplets that remained were the shocks of the scenes that had unfolded infront of him and those that left were the words he had spoken to Aditya the other day. The scenes he had witnessed the morning had left him half eaten up and that half left behind was staling slowly. Everytime he shut his eyes , scenes that shook him and her replayed in his mind without a pause , making him shudder which eventually led to pain and uneasiness. What hurt him the most was that something like this had happened to her , someone who was so close to him and someone he loved .
His thought process was broken by her voice and he looked up to her only to be met by two broken yet thankfull eyes. Having no strength to fight back and to refuse the soft hearted , broken voice that met his ears , he merely whispered refusing , tired to say anything further.
He listened to her as she put their relationship in front of him and thanked him for what he did. That moment his heart that was caged at the moment , by his other half, the broken part , escaped. But alas the broken part of the heart had dominated for many days now. That half of him had themselves supporting it. The brain being the most powerful one, and so it had managed to catch hold of his better half , now turned rival and put it back into the cage. So now that broken cum black portion of the heart had won, it took over Shravan Malhotra and spread its pain across him forcing him to eat up the prisoner in the cage. But what it forgot was that the prisoner today was hurt and so no pain could be digested easily. And so despite of the dominance , the pain- the minority had sparked itself up of which small fire was visible in the end !
' Hothon pe tere, shikwaon ka shor hai. Par ye nigahein kehti kuch aur hain'
Today the broken half of the heart were the lips and part that remained only flourished by hope and the positive
pain were the eyes .
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