Fix You [RaghVi OS]

The title is from a song that I love a lot ~ Fix You by Coldplay

This story is on account of Mental Health Awareness Month to remind us that everyone has a right to move on and be happy, especially if you have people around you that care about you

I've written it based on my experience and learning, so apologies if some of it seems to not make sense, I am not too great at explaining course stuff to others! Do look up the resource attached if interested in the topic, it is truly a relevant one that I believe has the potential to change the scope of how businesses continue to remain resilient and sustainable in the future! 👍🏼

Hope you like it. Would appreciate any criticism and/or feedback, apart from continuing the story, that is not my cup of Masala Chai or Frappé, merci beaucoup for understanding!😈

Also encourage my talented fellow forum members to continue it, incase you find that opportunity! ☯️

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Days passed. Months passed. Then again, since she did not exist to the only family she knew, none of those time periods were special anymore, they were merely long dreary hours blurring together into one pathetic existence. She remembered birthdays, anniversaries, traditional festivals, those days in summer when she and Dada would skip school and have icecream after his football practices...aah..those were such great times.

Pallavi spent this time mostly studying for her MBA in Global Sustainability, helping to teach kids at an orphanage and encouraging them to consider her their family, and sleep deprivation since she still got nightmares about that fateful night and how her Baba pushed her out of the house harshly due to false rumours and then told her to her face that she was dead to them when she tried to leave the R-fam and reconcile with them once she came to know the truth about the marriage. She still secretly wished to help Nikhil and Krishna with the saree shop, but Baba had given them a harsh warning to not contact her and they had complied. Even Dada and Vahini were upset that she did not confide in them when the D-fam threw her out, so that door was also closed for now. She did her duties towards the R-fam, but seemed to treat it as a to-do item on her list, rather than from her bottom of her heart, because she did not feel too comfortable here after everything that had transpired.

Preferring to stay on her own and cutting off contact with everyone around her, she sort of developed a short temper and was seemingly irritated at the world outside of her social service. Worst of all, laughter had left her eyes. No one could get a laugh or even a smile out of her. Any attempts at trying to revive the good-natured Pallavi were received with a blank stare or an infuriated glare.

It seemed that nothing could cheer her up. Of course, losing her past family was tragic and she deserved to be upset over it, but the R-fam was getting increasingly worried about her terrible gloom, since she seemed to be eating and sleeping very less, neglecting her health, and maybe losing her purpose in living anymore. One afternoon, Raghav found her sitting with her back against a tree near the orphanage she did social service at, concentrating solely on her book.

"Ah, good morning, Pall-a-vi." he said in his usual teasing manner, half a grin on his face. Pallavi didn't look up. He sat in the grass across from her, leaning over her book to see what she was reading. She took her free hand and gently shoved his head out of the way.

"Not now, Ghamandi Rao." she muttered. "I'm busy." He did not comply to her request and even tapped on her page.

"What might my DEAR friend be reading today? Studying, I suppose? Need any help?" Raghav asked, half curious and half trying to annoy her enough to get her to look up at him. She let out a small sigh. Without looking up, she shoved him away again, with more force this time. Once again, he moved close enough for her to notice him. This time, he was reading over her shoulder.

"DOUGHNUT ECONOMICS:Seven Ways to Think Like a 21st Century Economist," he continued. "Ohh..what is this diagram? Tell me more about it! Let’s see how much (or how little) you have actually learned in the past year!"

"GO AWAY RAGHAV! GO AWAY RAGHAV! JUST GO! LEAVE! LET ME STUDY IN PEACE!!" she repeated over and over, with her hands on her book to block what she was reading and talking over him as he continued to guess. Suddenly, there was silence. She looked up, hoping he had gone. He was still there, grinning wide at her from where he had placed himself, across her.

"You stupid stupid stupid boy!" she cried in exasperation, hitting him with her book. Raghav lifted his hands in defence, trying to get up. He was still laughing. She got up to chase after him as he ran across the yard.

"How dare you laugh at me!" she yelled as she ran after him, book in hand. Raghav fell down, his laughter echoing around them. She took this as an opportunity to sit on him and hit him again, before sighing and sitting next to him. Raghav looked up to see a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Pallavi Rao, are you smiling?" he said in mock surprise.

"No!" she used her book to hide her face, her shoulders starting to shake with suppressed giggles. Raghav sat up.

"No, you're laughing! Don't you dare laugh, Pallavi! You managed to be serious for several weeks, don't give up all your hard work now!" he teased. Pallavi tried to glare at him, but ended up dissolving into a fit of giggles. As her laughter subsided, she stared at her counterpart.

"I knew I'd make you laugh." Raghav grinned at her.

"You're that conceited, are you? You sound rather sure of yourself." she teased.

"Of course I'm sure of myself. I made you laugh, didn't I?"

"Oh. Right. Good point." she sighed softly.

"You needed to smile and you know it." he reminded her.

"I was perfectly content in my world of somber depression, just so you know." she protested.

Raghav was silent for a moment. She looked up at him.

"What?" she asked.

"Everyone was worried about you, Pallavi."

"What for? My family denounced me, Raghav. I have every right to be upset for as long as I need."

"It just seemed unnatural, okay? Even Amma smiles once in a while. If anyone should be depressed, it is her. Her entire family was shattered in front of her eyes when Nana and Tammudu died and she still considers me the reason for it, yet she and Keerti are staying with me for your sake."

"What exactly are you saying? Are you implying that I don't deserve to mourn my family this long? Do you even know how it is like to not even remember your real parents and having to grow up alone without any actual support? Do you have any idea how much my Dada and Vahini have sacrificed for me? They did not have their own child so they could bear all my expenses and shower all their love on me. How much Aai, Baba, Nikhil, Kaka, Kaku, Manasi, Amruta meant to me? With them, I finally thought I had a complete family and it was ruthlessly taken away from me!" Her voice started to rise angrily.

Raghav gave her a strange look. "I do actually, Had to see my house torched down in flames by a crowd, the dead body of Nana and Tammudu being carried around and not even allowed to do their last rites, blamed by Amma and Keerti for a crime I did not even commit for 10 years and the ruined reputation that still stains my name till date; also, dont forget I have been sorta on a run and lived alone since I was 17. But unlike you, I did not use that as an impediment to not wanna start over, right? I learned from it and took Jayati Jewellers to the place where it is today." he started.

As he finished the last sentence, he noticed a change in the look in Pallavi's eyes. She had softened a little after his outburst and maybe he could spot some empathy in them for his past, but her resolve was still strong.

"You still dont get it though! You got blindsided in JUSTICE and an irrational MU, which could have been sorted long back if you bothered to have a civil conversation, investigate properly and believe me when I said I have no clue about who the heck Anjali is and I would not even dream with messing up Keerti’s life since I have known her 2 years longer than I know you. Do you even realise what you have done, you you-forget it" she got up, starting to walk away.

Raghav got up and followed her and grabbed her arm to stop her. She spun around to face him.

"Raghav, I don't care what you have to say anymore. You cannot justify your actions with a messed up past." she protested, the words catching in her throat.

"Whether you care or not, just listen to me. Please, Saree ka Dukaan." he said. Pallavi didn't meet his eyes. "Please…" he whispered.

"Fine. Fine, I'll listen." she sighed. She wouldn't look at him, knowing he was right and she was wrong, no matter what he was going to say.

"We're all worried about you. Yes, you're supposed to be upset over all of this, but not in such a permanent sense…" he tried to explain.

"So you all think I'm depressed."

"Well… yes, but-"

"But I shouldn't be because I just lost everything that mattered to me the most, all for nothing?" she concluded, sarcasm and hurt dripping from her voice.

"What did I tell you about listening?" Raghav glared at her. Pallavi looked at her feet again, embarrassed.

Raghav continued speaking.

"Don't you get it? We're worried because we care. We want you to be okay. It doesn't matter who else is upset or why or for how long. All that matters is that your sadness is going to end up causing trouble in one way or another and we want to protect you so it doesn't happen."

"So now you're saying I need constant protection? What, I can't handle myself? I can't survive on my own? Are you seriously dense enough to think I'm gonna wanna harm myself over this, coz I'm perfectly capable to take my own responsibility." her reply was harsh, though a bit half-hearted.

"Pallavi…" Exasperation entered Raghav's voice. Pallavi bit her lip sheepishly.

"Sorry.."

"Just think about it, okay? I am glad you are using your studying as a coping mechanism, but you need to also interact with the outside world, because we are all here to build a better future from the ruins we have been dealt so far. We want you to be okay, we want you to know that we are WITH you, and you do not have to believe you are alone in any of this. I want you to be okay…" And with that, he started to walk off. She stood there for quite some time, thinking long and hard about Raghav's words.

He was right. They weren't accusing her of being weak or saying that she shouldn't be upset. They were simply worried about her. And maybe she would never fully cheer up, but maybe she could at least try for Amma and Keerti..and Raghav. Besides he DID try to rectify his faults and reconcile her with the D-fam and Dada/Vahini, and was supportive of her educational pursuits, she could not completely strike that point out in his favour. She sat down again, this time a little more peaceful.

A minute later, Raghav poked his head from behind the tree again.

"Pallavi?" he asked. She snapped out of her thoughtful daze and looked at him.

"Yes?"

"Are you coming inside or not? It is doughnut day today." he smiled slightly.

“Nope. Infact since you were so curious, I am going to now sit and explain you the entire doughnut model now! Sit down!”

"Arghh..no no..that was just to cheer you up, I dont want to know."

But before he could move again, she dragged him down beside her and started to talk about how the doughnut model could be used to make optimum use of available resources, promote sustainable means of procurement for the materials for the jewellery, reducing the wastage to the environment, and mitigating the costs in all stages, which would help to attract more investors for the venture as they would then be operating under Environmental Social & Governmental (ESG) protocols.

He kept looking at the sparkle in the eyes when she was talking about something she was so passionate about. She suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder, and looked at Raghav, who had fallen asleep.

“Veda Maanuus, utt re bubba! I cannot carry you inside.”

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Fix You ~ Coldplay

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4V3Mo61fJM

If anyone is interested in understanding more about Doughnut Economics:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rhcrbcg8HBw

Res....my jaga....koi mat ana🔫🔫

Ok UnRes

I wanted to give you a heart reaction there but that last part🤣🤣

Anyways I can give you a hug here Tanu along with a heart for such a sweet story❤️🤗

Loved it😛

Originally posted by: Me000w

The title is from a song that I love a lot ~ Fix You by Coldplay

This story is on account of Mental Awareness Month to remind us that everyone has a right to move on and be happy, especially if you have people around you that care about you

I've written it based on my experience and learning, so apologies if some of it seems to not make sense, I am not too great at explaining course stuff to others! Do look up the resource attached if interested in the topic, it is truly a relevant one that I believe has the potential to change the scope of how businesses continue to remain resilient and sustainable in the future! 👍🏼

Hope you like it. Would appreciate any criticism and/or feedback, apart from continuing the story, that is not my cup of Masala Chai or Frappé, merci beacoup for understanding!😈

Also encourage my talented fellow forum members to continue it, incase you find that opportunity! ☯️

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Days passed. Months passed. Then again, since she did not exist to the only family she knew, none of those time periods were special anymore, they were merely long dreary hours blurring together into one pathetic existence. She remembered birthdays, anniversaries, traditional festivals, those days in summer when she and Dada would skip school and have icecream after his football practices...aah..those were such great times.

Pallavi spent this time mostly studying for her MBA in Global Sustainability, helping to teach kids at an orphanage and encouraging them to consider her their family, and sleep deprivation since she still got nightmares about that fateful night and how her Baba pushed her out of the house harshly due to false rumours and then told her to her face that she was dead to them when she tried to leave the R-fam and reconcile with them once she came to know the truth about the marriage. She still secretly wished to help Nikhil and Krishna with the saree shop, but Baba had given them a harsh warning to not contact her and they had complied. Even Dada and Vahini were upset that she did not confide in them when the D-fam threw her out, so that door was also closed for now. She did her duties towards the R-fam, but seemed to treat it as a to-do item on her list, rather than from her bottom of her heart, because she did not feel too comfortable here after everything that had transpired.

Preferring to stay on her own and cutting off contact with everyone around her, she sort of developed a short temper and was seemingly irritated at the world outside of her social service. Worst of all, laughter had left her eyes. No one could get a laugh or even a smile out of her. Any attempts at trying to revive the good-natured Pallavi were received with a blank stare or an infuriated glare.

It seemed that nothing could cheer her up. Of course, losing her past family was tragic and she deserved to be upset over it, but the R-fam was getting increasingly worried about her terrible gloom, since she seemed to be eating and sleeping very less, neglecting her health, and maybe losing her purpose in living anymore. One afternoon, Raghav found her sitting with her back against a tree near the orphanage she did social service at, concentrating solely on her book.

"Ah, good morning, Pall-a-vi." he said in his usual teasing manner, half a grin on his face. Pallavi didn't look up. He sat in the grass across from her, leaning over her book to see what she was reading. She took her free hand and gently shoved his head out of the way.

"Not now, Ghamandi Rao." she muttered. "I'm busy." He did not comply to her request and even tapped on her page.

"What might my DEAR friend be reading today? Studying, I suppose? Need any help?" Raghav asked, half curious and half trying to annoy her enough to get her to look up at him. She let out a small sigh. Without looking up, she shoved him away again, with more force this time. Once again, he moved close enough for her to notice him. This time, he was reading over her shoulder.

"DOUGHNUT ECONOMICS:Seven Ways to Think Like a 21st Century Economist," he continued. "Tell me more about it! Let’s see how much (or how little) you have actually learned in the past year!"

"GO AWAY RAGHAV! GO AWAY RAGHAV! JUST GO! LEAVE!." she repeated over and over, with her hands on her book to block what she was reading and talking over him as he continued to guess. Suddenly, there was silence. She looked up, hoping he had gone. He was still there, grinning wide at her from where he had placed himself, across her.

"You stupid stupid stupid boy!" she cried in exasperation, hitting him with her book. Raghav lifted his hands in defence, trying to get up. He was still laughing. She got up to chase after him as he ran across the yard.

"How dare you laugh at me!" she yelled as she ran after him, book in hand. Raghav fell down, his laughter echoing around them. She took this as an opportunity to sit on him and hit him again, before sighing and sitting next to him. Raghav looked up to see a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Pallavi Rao, are you smiling?" he said in mock surprise.

"No!" she used her book to hide her face, her shoulders starting to shake with suppressed giggles. Raghav sat up.

"No, you're laughing! Don't you dare laugh, Pallavi! You managed to be serious for several weeks, don't give up all your hard work now!" he teased. Pallavi tried to glare at him, but ended up dissolving into a fit of giggles. As her laughter subsided, she stared at her counterpart.

"I knew I'd make you laugh." Raghav grinned at her.

"You're that conceited, are you? You sound rather sure of yourself." she teased.

"Of course I'm sure of myself. I made you laugh, didn't I?"

"Oh. Right. Good point." she sighed softly.

"You needed to smile and you know it." he reminded her.

"I was perfectly content in my world of somber depression, just so you know." she protested.

Raghav was silent for a moment. She looked up at him.

"What?" she asked.

"Everyone was worried about you, Pallavi."

"What for? My family denounced me, Raghav. I have every right to be upset for as long as I need."

"It just seemed unnatural, okay? Even Amma smiles once in a while. If anyone should be depressed, it is her. Her entire family was shattered in front of her eyes when Nana and Tammudu died and she still considers me the reason for it, yet she and Keerti are staying with me for your sake."

"What exactly are you saying? Are you implying that I don't deserve to mourn my family this long? Do you even know how it is like to not even remember your real parents and having to grow up alone without any actual support? Do you have any idea how much my Dada and Vahini have sacrificed for me? They did not have their own child so they could bear all my expenses and shower all their love on me. How much Aai, Baba, Nikhil, Kaka, Kaku, Manasi, Amruta meant to me? With them, I finally thought I had a complete family and it was ruthlessly taken away from me!" Her voice started to rise angrily.

Raghav gave her a strange look. "I do actually, Had to see my house torched down in flames by a crowd, the dead body of Nana and Tammudu being carried around and not even allowed to do their last rites, blamed by Amma and Keerti for a crime I did not even commit for 10 years and the ruined reputation that still stains my name till date; also, dont forget I have been sorta on a run and lived alone since I was 17. But unlike you, I did not use that as an impediment to not wanna start over, right? I learned from it and took Jayati Jewellers to the place where it is today." he started.

As he finished the last sentence, he noticed a change in the look in Pallavi's eyes. She had softened a little after his outburst and maybe he could spot some empathy in them for his past, but her resolve was still strong.

"You still dont get it though! You got blindsided in JUSTICE and an irrational MU, which could have been sorted long back if you bothered to have a civil conversation, investigate properly and believe me when I said I have no clue about who the heck Anjali is and I would not even dream with messing up Keerti’s life since I have known her 2 years longer than I know you. Do you even realise what you have done, you you-forget it" she got up, starting to walk away.

Raghav got up and followed her and grabbed her arm to stop her. She spun around to face him.

"Raghav, I don't care what you have to say anymore. You cannot justify your actions with a messed up past." she protested, the words catching in her throat.

"Whether you care or not, just listen to me. Please, Saree ka Dukaan." he said. Pallavi didn't meet his eyes. "Please…" he whispered.

"Fine. Fine, I'll listen." she sighed. She wouldn't look at him, knowing he was right and she was wrong, no matter what he was going to say.

"We're all worried about you. Yes, you're supposed to be upset over all of this, but not in such a permanent sense…" he tried to explain.

"So you all think I'm depressed."

"Well… yes, but-"

"But I shouldn't be because I just lost everything that mattered to me the most, all for nothing?" she concluded, sarcasm and hurt dripping from her voice.

"What did I tell you about listening?" Raghav glared at her. Pallavi looked at her feet again, embarrassed.

Raghav continued speaking.

"Don't you get it? We're worried because we care. We want you to be okay. It doesn't matter who else is upset or why or for how long. All that matters is that your sadness is going to end up causing trouble in one way or another and we want to protect you so it doesn't happen."

"So now you're saying I need constant protection? What, I can't handle myself? I can't survive on my own? Are you seriously dense enough to think I'm gonna wanna harm myself over this, coz I'm perfectly capable to take my own responsibility." her reply was harsh, though a bit half-hearted.

"Pallavi…" Exasperation entered Raghav's voice. Pallavi bit her lip sheepishly.

"Sorry.."

"Just think about it, okay? I am glad you are using your studying as a coping mechanism, but you need to also interact with the outside world, because we are all here to build a better future from the ruins we have been dealt so far. We want you to be okay, we want you to know that we are WITH you, and you do not have to believe you are alone in any of this. I want you to be okay…" And with that, he started to walk off. She stood there for quite some time, thinking long and hard about Raghav's words.

He was right. They weren't accusing her of being weak or saying that she shouldn't be upset. They were simply worried about her. And maybe she would never fully cheer up, but maybe she could at least try for Amma and Keerti..and Raghav. Besides he DID try to rectify his faults and reconcile her with the D-fam and Dada/Vahini, and was supportive of her educational pursuits, she could not completely strike that point out in his favour. She sat down again, this time a little more peaceful.

A minute later, Raghav poked his head from behind the tree again.

"Pallavi?" he asked. She snapped out of her thoughtful daze and looked at him.

"Yes?"

"Are you coming inside or not? It is doughnut day today." he smiled slightly.

“Nope. Infact since you were so curious, I am going to now sit and explain you the entire doughnut model now! Sit down!”

"Arghh..no no..that was just to cheer you up, I dont want to know."

But before he could move again, she dragged him down beside her and started to talk about how the doughnut model could be used to make optimum use of available resources, promote sustainable means of procurement for the materials for the jewellery, reducing the wastage to the environment, and mitigating the costs in all stages, which would help to attract more investors for the venture as they would then be operating under Environmental Social & Governmental (ESG) protocols.

He kept looking at the sparkle in the eyes when she was talking about something she was so passionate about. She suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder, and looked at Raghav, who had fallen asleep.

“Veda Maanuus, utt re bubba! I cannot carry you inside.”

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Fix You ~ Coldplay

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4V3Mo61fJM

If anyone is interested in understanding more about Doughnut Economics:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rhcrbcg8HBw

Very unique take about their whole situation. Loved to read this ❤️

Wow Tanu! It was fantastic piece! I absolutely loved this side of Raghav being caring towards her as her friend. And her being upset over all the things happening in her life seemed too natural.

But the ending was so cute, he slept on her shoulder, awh!!

Keep writing!!

I love this. It’s beautiful. It’s perfect and it couldn’t have been any better ❤️

I loved this!!! So refreshing and I’d really like to see such a Pallu and such a Raghu who dozes off at the mention of books. Hahaha he was born smart, what’s the need for books right? 😆

Tannu! Take a bow, girl!! 👏👏

This was so, so well done. As someone who's been a witness to this situation for years, I can't tell you how glad this OS made me. It is always so amazing and gratifying to see people recognize depression as something real and serious, and send hope through their efforts.

Loved Pallavi's dialogues here, especially the ones justifying however long it took her grieve — you hit such a cord there Tannu, I can't even describe. So much love to you again for this OS! ❤️❤️

P.S. That song is one of my favourites too! ❤️

Fantastic one!! 👏 👏 👏

It was so refreshing to read... Quite a unique take and amazing too.

Loved to see Raghav caring for her... and finally Pallavi getting the smile back on her face. That was so sweet and lovely.

The ending was really cute with Raghav falling asleep on her shoulder.

Loved reading it. ❤️

Okay First things First!

Take a bow Dear👏👏

This was a PHENOMENAL Piece🥳! This was PERFECTTT & so logical. I can't even begin to frame words how elated I'm to read this OS.

I actually wanted to read how it would have affected Pallavi, all of the mental trauma that she had to bear of losing her hardwork on all her relationships she held dear . It can break anybody💔 . I loved how you put in that even when one's sad & one has to see around to catch that hope of light. There'll always be people who would want to help you be it known ones or strangers!!

And waise if you don't like to continue a piece, Don't. I'll forget about asking about it too cos that's who I am. I wouldn't wanna make anyone uncomfortable so never do it if you don't feel like it cos it won't just affect you but the story too. This though I'm happy that you wrote😛

Waise are you studying/ have studied MBA in Global Sustainability ? The way you have described about the Doughnut Economics here hints that you know about the Course in depth 😆