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Hey!
Am back with something stupid and dumb and a lot of more un-nameable adjectives...its not romantic its veyr wiered and am nt even sure if any one of u would get a thing out of this..but i am writing it for myself...coz i need it..for me writing has always been my salvation...and right now am in dier need of rejuvination and reconcilliation and nothing is a better healer than words.... so yeah its okie if u guys can't understand head or tale of it😆😛...as i said i wrote it for myself and my sanity😆
But am thinking to make this a two chaptered shot which Nappy wanted me to write on the concept where Ashi Yuvi came face to face with each other in the shed for the very first time after ashi got to know about the bet and baout yuvi''s cheating and betrayal....i think whatever i i scribbled todya kind of makes a substantial backdrop for this concept...
Writing after ages, feels good feels peaceful...as i said words can suck out the pain somehow
I struggled with the title and just kept whatever came randomly to my mind if anyone can suggest me a better one i would be hell obliged...and by the way mirage means myth or illussion....😆..(clarified specially for naps😆😉)
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And she was back there(definatly not with a bang this tIme) standing at the footsteps of the gigantic Red Bricked building called Maurya High.
She had alwyas hated this place. But today she was feeling an alltogether different emotion towards it. Today she was DREADING it and its very sight. She was feeling as if every layer of cement was falling apart and shooting down upon her at such a high speed that soon all that would be left of her would be debris.She was feeling as if she was way to tiny to petite infront of the mamoth structure standing so tall so proude so magnanimous.Its sheer size was denting blows on her confidence and SHE Anvesha Banergi Ray stood there feeling like a bloody nobody, as if the dominearing structure was about to engulf her whole identity, as if her indviduality was not even worth noticing infront of the overbearing caricature.
What an irony life is sometimes and this was one of those times where a brick and mortar building was given more respect much much more respect than a human being laiden with flesh and bones.
Strange really really strange. But when has life not been ironically "strange"? when has there ever been a time when human emotions weren't trampelled over and on the grave of those same emotions foundations of innumerous sky scrapers not errected? Sky-scrapers so tall so rocketing high up in the air that they become a mirage and appear to be a stretch of the sky itself. The myth of its power succeeds in blocking out the reality of the sky and all its hues.
Sky which is often looked up at by many aspiring pairs of eyes...Sky which represents the endless stretch of dreams, those dreams which reside closest to ones' heart...Sky whose limitless boundaries urges us to have unbounded Hope and Faith...Sky which beholds The Rainbow whose seven magical colors cna together produce light so strong so powerful that it can vnaquish all the dark nimbus cloudes and envelope our lives with the warmth of sunshine...Sky which is so pure so sacred that it is believed to be the heavenly abode of God...that place from where God is looking out for each one of his children, keeping count of all their deeds be it good or bad....Sky with such unfathomable powers such mystic beauties, being blocked out by a scraping piece of dust and mud.....ironical isn't it?
But this irony is becoming a part and parcel of life itself. In the hugeness of one thing we often tend to miss the small little things that life offers us...in one big blow which comes our way we tend to forget the many small streaks of happynes and laughters...just like we forget to beam at the shinning sun standing distinguishably above the sky scraper...just like we forget to inhale the smell of the flowers blooming in the small nook and corners of the sky-scraper....just like in the sound of the heavy machines we tend to miss catching the muffled songs of the birds...just like we forget to stretch our dreams beyond the blues of the sky insted of limiting them just to the top most slot of the sky scraper....
Why? Why do we allow somethings ot become so big that they become the deciding elements of our life? Maurya High was her fate, a fate enforced upon her by her good for nothing father. But was she so feable ot be resigned to the fate someone else wrote for her?...No she was ABR and she would just live one destiny...the one which she would write in her own ink..the one which she would paint in her own red color the one which would be cotnrolled by her and which would be her choice..the one whose whole blame or apploude whatever the case be would befall on just one perosn...She Herself...Maurya High too was a destiny which she had chosen for herself...yeah she had herself chosen this path full of torture coz the prize of this torture was hell alluring for her as it gave her the security of her Mom...yeah she had carved that path for herself so why today her steps were unstedy? why today her feet was glued and she was dreading to even take a step forward?
Perhaps becoz the noise of the smiles and laughs and whispers and giggls coming from the building was nothing but a facade...facade of money power achievement...but if u remove that facade all your are left with is a shallow skull devoid of any humane feeling..bereft of feelings as pure as love, respect, trust, friendhsip, belonging....and she knew the minute she would step in she too would become part of all the mockery...she was scared for her soul..till how long could she prevent it from all the malice around her..till how long would she have to suffocate her emotions in a tiny corner of her heart and never allow them to show....coz if they surface then it didn't take much for people like Yuvraj Dev to come slaughter them into tin pieces feast on them and then just throw them away like a used wasted piece of tissue wrap......
Shiv Shakti
