Hello Ishqbaazon... Rikarians... Friends 🤗
The first draft of Rikara Ramblings for my friends out here... Couldn't call it a drabble or an OS coz well its more like a Rambling (write at length in a confused or inconsequential way) now that sounds so me- comfortable in my skin and and my muddled Rikarian heart.
Sue Rikara for my plight!!! I love taking up their cases be it the Jathadhari or the Chiraiya and where does it land me into ??? I turn out to be the Diaper Baby ...Humph!!! So not done!!! Picture this:
And my Perspiration (Pun Intended 😆) for this has been a lil fairy we all call Faye 🤗. Jokes apart there are some writers who make you think, some make you write... and then there are some who literally pull you out of your cozy cave where you have been hibernating for way too long... drawing you out of the sabbatical... and they do it by their words. Faye you do that to me dear. And I love you to the moon and back for this.❤️
See there was a reason I named it Ramblings ... On to the actual Ramble... but before that... Lets just drool on this gif.. credit to the gifmaker... Maine to bas inhe nihaarna hai .
Ok ab pakka se Rambling... This ramble has its roots in the scenes where Gauri has the flashes of the art exhibition encounter with the TV reporters and the conclusion she draws of it when Omkara comes in. What ensues in their perspective on the whole fiasco that it has become.
# 1 Farak aur Faaslein
The battle was on. Her hope and reality fighting each other out. Hope being bruised with every blow that reality sent its way. Recalling the moments of humiliation that had come her way at the Art Exhibition, she stood there removing her bangles- the very symbol of suhaag. The clanking of the same as they fell below haphazardly did not reach her ears as the queries of the reporters bellowed loud.
But then some sounds are louder...
The creaking of the door made her turn to see the intruder. Intruder he was. He had intruded in her life in a way she could never put in words, in any language. He had intruded in a way to steer her life in a path she couldn't decipher. The intruder whom she worshiped, befriended, cared and maybe loved stood there with a somber face staring back at her brimming eyes. Her tear stained face was a telltale of her agony, that she effortlessly tried to wipe away and in few strides walked away past him, leaving him with the silence that he so loved.
He didn't follow her, leaving her to gather her scattered thoughts, unaware that in the very dark passages of the huge Oberoi Mansion, she was propped against the cold wall. Her thoughts frozen- that the distances may reduce but the differences would always remain... always... serving her the ultimatum. Despite her Bade Bhaiyya's claim of "Main sab thik kar doonga", she could feel the hollowness that the Realisation of the Differences had left behind.
As she wipes the never ending tears with the back of her hand, she knows The distances didn't matter when the differences remained.
He awaited her, knowing well that she would return to their room... to him, after she's done with the hide and seek that she had been resorting to the entire day. His belief was however shaken when the entire Oberoi Mansion was asleep and in the dead of the night there were no traces of Her.
Filled with dread at the thought of her having left the mansion... having left him, has him searching for her in the nooks and corners of the mansion. The times he had bellowed at her to leave and the times she had abided only to come back, played in his mind like an old gramophone record stuck at its favourite piece of music. But what if she did leave, never to return just as she had said the other day. He feels his chest constrict at the thought and with every breath becomes labored. He slumps down, gasping for breath. His vision blurring as his tear buds start syncing with what his heart feels.
The tinkling of anklets and the hurried footsteps has him blinking his eyes to get those tears off his eyes. Two fragile arms engulf him in the warmest of hugs and then while one holds him on to her, the other hand runs rhythmically over his heart to ease his breathing and the erratic heartbeats. "Omkaraji the concerned whisper that leaves her lips has him delve into a faint smile that fights the tears trickling down his cheeks.
"Shhh... shh...Kuch nahi hua hai. Hum sab thik kardenge. Sab thik kardenge" she says rocking him with her like a child. In that very moment he sees why he cannot afford losing her- she has a bit of his Mom in her, who would sacrifice her happiness for that of her children; a bit of Shivaay, who would go to any length to see his brother safe; a bit of Rudy with her childish antics; a bit of Daadi with her deep rooting for her culture and traditions; a bit of Anika with her caring tadi and khidkitod ideas. She is all the people who love him immensely, rolled up in one, and more.
As she helps him back to their room, he knows The differences never mattered and the distances could be worked on.
The battle of differences and distances both would act as catalysts in the churning up of the sense of belonging, in the days to comes... Time would tell.
Annnd I'm done with the Rambling.. and for sitting through this and all the typos that are the trademark of my writings.. you get to muse over the Caring Rikara created by our very own Mais
These two are LOVE!!!.. and I'm dead!!!
Ok!!! just resurrected to let you know...Would love to hear from you... ...Well, ramblings would also do 😊
Wah... baithe baithe tuk lag gayi😆
Loads of love and hugs
Till we meet again
Sneha ❤️
Index of the Rikara Ramblings:
# 1 Farak aur Faaslein
Fan Fictions
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