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Hello everyone!
So inspired by how fast Mayu comes up with new stories, I (too) have attempted writing yet another OS (longer than the last one I posted, if you were wondering 😆).
I watched a short clip of yesterday's episode, and this is what came to mind. I've tried to make it applicable to the real story, with some glaringly obvious exceptions - i.e. Vividha married to Ravish. I don't mention him at all in this OS, nor do I mention Madhav, so take it as you will!
Lastly, hope you enjoy this OS! Do let me know what you think of it! 😳
Hinal 🤗
Flashes
I looked at the scene from afar; a woman dressed in a red anarkali was feeding the cows that were grazing from the front yard of what I supposed was her house. She looked oddly familiar. Her smile, even from this distance, was widely contagious, as I found myself grabbing a seat to further observe her. She looks so familiar, as if she was somehow etched into memory. It was possible that I may have known her from before, but Guddi had just recently assured me that I had never been to Ajmer before.
Maybe I had met her in Delhi? Or maybe this is just a coincidence.
I leaned back on the stack of hay that was lying here and shifted my attention from the woman to my thoughts instead. I took out a pen and began another sketch.
It had been customary these days to carry a blank diary and a pen with me wherever I went. I seemed to get sudden flashes of a face; in particular, the face of a young woman. Her eyes, as captivating as ever. Her lips always contoured in a smile.
While I could see the features of her face, I could not seem to put them together. Her face was blank, but I knew that she had something to do with my past. I believed Guddi when she said we were married, undoubtedly, but maybe this girl had something to do with me before Guddi came into my life.
I sighed as the flash disappeared before I could finish the sketch. Settling down the diary, I glanced at the woman again. It looked like she was having trouble pushing away the stack of wood away from the shed, and so I packed my belongings and walked towards her.
"Do you need any help?" I offered.
"No it's okay," she replied without turning around. "I can do it!"
"Are you sure?"
And then she turned around, "I told you I'm fine..." but she trailed off, a look of bewilderment evident in her eyes. I gazed into them.
I recognized those eyes. I think...
With her mouth agape, she whispered something inaudible.
I continued looking at her, feeling slightly irritated at why she kept staring at me without saying a word. "Excuse me?" I finally gave up and prodded.
"Atharva?" her voice finally sounded out.
"What?" I looked around, "I think you're confusing me with someone else!"
I began backing off, suddenly feeling claustrophobic.
"Atharva!" a strange sense of angered tone presented itself in her voice now. What just happened?
She ran to me, her voice quivering and her hands shaking as she put them on my cheek. My eyes widened as I retreated towards the gate; "You have the wrong person!"
I saw another flash in my mind, but before I could make sense of anything, I felt her hands grab a hold of my shirt. "Atharva don't fool around with me!" she cried, sounding alarmingly angry.
I pushed her off, "I told you I'm not Atharva. I'm Raghav!"
Confusion stirred amongst us as I backed off; "I'm Raghav!" I said again, though this time, even I didn't believe myself.
I turned around and sped off, walking until the end of the road before turning around. She was still rooted to her spot. Another flash quickly formed over my eyes, Vividha? I softly muttered. Staggering a little when I regained my grasp on reality, I turned my back on her. My heart was beating rapidly and my breath was hitched; but why? Why did she call me Atharva? Why did I feel unsure about my own identity? Why was I hesitant to call myself Raghav?
I walked away again, promising myself not to come here again. I'd find another spot of solace for myself.
But the nights that followed haunted me. The flashes grew stronger, rendering me physically incapable of dealing with the gnawing pain I felt clutching within myself. This is all because of her. Who was she? Why do I keep seeing her eyes? Are her eyes the same as the ones I used to see before?
My thoughts were left incoherent, with no sense of clarity in them. I kept repeating one name, Vividha. But who was that? I asked everyone I knew about her, but no one seemed to know her. But I just knew she meant something to me. I didn't know who she was, or even how I know her, but I knew there was something more to it than people were letting on.
The need I felt to find her was stronger than even my primal desires for the basic necessities of life. It had become torturously unbearable now. Vividha, the name of the woman I yearned to find. But where would I even start? How would I even start?
A couple days later, my feet led me to the secluded area of the city of Ajmer again. Perhaps she could help me?
And so I walked towards her yet again; but all she said was, "Atharva!"
"Vividha?"
And all she did was smile.
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