Hello everyone,
So, I had a relatively non-existent fun weekend where I was blessed with an ample amount of time to kill. So, this strange idea came to me after spending some weeks of fretting about bad episodes. I have always wanted Shiva-Raavi to be beyond two people thrown in a marriage, finding each other given their rich childhood history.
There is always a tale of reflective imagination when you share such a convoluted past. The “Wistful Tales” are just an attempt to understand maybe what they could have possibly shared throughout all these years.
Every tale shall explore a place that Shivi would call their own, and in the process, maybe untangle the intricately spun web of emotions they both share.
Prologue:
Wistful: feeling or showing sadness because you cannot have what you want
उदासी भरा, चिंतातुर, उद्विग्न (अभीष्ट वस्तु की प्राप्ति न होने से)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
-Pablo Neruda
A wistful lie, and a dreamy sigh!
Conceivably, the only two emotions that were left between them when they tried to find a futuristic cocoon of comfort for themselves. There could be countless memories that had found existence in their stillness, a space nobody was sure of overcoming ever!
An era of growing up together to now being exhausted for life, their future was a bizarre bleakness while their present was an intentional clouded domain! What remained a distant memory was their apocalyptic past of wistful grudges and a time that couldn't be reversed ever.
Damage, Pride, Wistfulness and Love! They shall ruin it all and find it all again!
Index:
A. Prologue & Introduction ~ Page 1
B: Chapter 1~ Chhat |The Terrace| ~ Page 3
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Well, I hope you all like this one! Let me give you a trigger warning that I do have a very pathetic sense of humour, so this isn't going to be a leisure read. 😆
This may look like a little complicated web of emotions, a little too reflective. I wanted Shivi to behave and think like people from today’s era. Do let me know if you’d like me to continue. Concise pieces but written from the heart! Happy reading 🤗
Arjun
Cricket
