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Arjun,
I know you must be surprised to be addressed thus by me. I can't remember the number of times you tried to get me to ditch the "Sir" word. What you didn't understand that I used the word out of respect.
(And sometimes to annoy you, I must admit). Today even though I wish, I can't bring myself to call you Sir. Not because of what you did to me or how you treated me. But in your blind hatred,
you also wrecked two other lives, one whose best friend you purport to be.
Arjun, did you even sit down and think what you were going to do? Did you understand me so little that you believed that I would conspire with Badi Ma to against you? With Badi Maa, who already knows the hurt she inflicted on when she left you all those years ago. Who through subtle gestures has been trying to convince you that leaving you behind with your father was perhaps the most agonizing decision she ever made in her life? Every night she sleeps with the only photo of your childhood she has under her pillow with a heartbreaking, "Sirf wohi waqt hai...jab main bolti hoon...aur woh meri sunta hai..." You don't see her face light up whenever I tell her about you. Come to think of it, you are the only person we talk about. Small memories,like when you told the canteen guy to serve me special ginger tea when I caught a cold after you turned the AC on full blast during the meeting I had to attend drenched. Or bigger gestures, like celebrating employee appreciation day in the office so that you could give all other office members T-shirts and me, a bunch of orchids.
I still have them here. Dried. But infused with the essence of your warmth and generosity.
Arjun, you didn't question, you accused. My father and Purvi di of trying to sabotage Salil's life. Your father tore down the music school and used the land which should was donated to build an orphange, for their music studio. But that's not sabotage, not self serving. Just pure business, isn't it?
My mind will never be able to forgive you for the way you ruined my life with your hate. And so we will never be together. Perhaps we weren't meant to be. But you have my gratitude. For giving me a chance to experience this wonderful emotion. And for the knowledge that though it was short lived, someone loved me back.
Aazmaa kar to dekhte Arjun, main sach mein de deti tumhare liye duniya. Par tumne to poocha hi nahi. Sirf ilzaam laga diya.
Tomorrow, I will live. But today let me mourn my dreams. Dreams which forever will be incomplete because you are no longer a part of them.
I am leaving this town forever. But before I leave, I wanted to give you something. The Om pendant my mother left me before she did. To me it has been a symbol of affection and hope. I wish it is for you, what it was for me. An epitome of the person who loves me regardless of how much I love them back.A memory of love that always will be. Of a relationship that transcends the lifetime of people who are involved in it.
You will never be mine. That's my destiny. I will always be yours. That's my choice.
Arohi.
I know you must be surprised to be addressed thus by me. I can't remember the number of times you tried to get me to ditch the "Sir" word. What you didn't understand that I used the word out of respect.
(And sometimes to annoy you, I must admit). Today even though I wish, I can't bring myself to call you Sir. Not because of what you did to me or how you treated me. But in your blind hatred,
you also wrecked two other lives, one whose best friend you purport to be.
Arjun, did you even sit down and think what you were going to do? Did you understand me so little that you believed that I would conspire with Badi Ma to against you? With Badi Maa, who already knows the hurt she inflicted on when she left you all those years ago. Who through subtle gestures has been trying to convince you that leaving you behind with your father was perhaps the most agonizing decision she ever made in her life? Every night she sleeps with the only photo of your childhood she has under her pillow with a heartbreaking, "Sirf wohi waqt hai...jab main bolti hoon...aur woh meri sunta hai..." You don't see her face light up whenever I tell her about you. Come to think of it, you are the only person we talk about. Small memories,like when you told the canteen guy to serve me special ginger tea when I caught a cold after you turned the AC on full blast during the meeting I had to attend drenched. Or bigger gestures, like celebrating employee appreciation day in the office so that you could give all other office members T-shirts and me, a bunch of orchids.
I still have them here. Dried. But infused with the essence of your warmth and generosity.
Arjun, you didn't question, you accused. My father and Purvi di of trying to sabotage Salil's life. Your father tore down the music school and used the land which should was donated to build an orphange, for their music studio. But that's not sabotage, not self serving. Just pure business, isn't it?
My mind will never be able to forgive you for the way you ruined my life with your hate. And so we will never be together. Perhaps we weren't meant to be. But you have my gratitude. For giving me a chance to experience this wonderful emotion. And for the knowledge that though it was short lived, someone loved me back.
Aazmaa kar to dekhte Arjun, main sach mein de deti tumhare liye duniya. Par tumne to poocha hi nahi. Sirf ilzaam laga diya.
Tomorrow, I will live. But today let me mourn my dreams. Dreams which forever will be incomplete because you are no longer a part of them.
I am leaving this town forever. But before I leave, I wanted to give you something. The Om pendant my mother left me before she did. To me it has been a symbol of affection and hope. I wish it is for you, what it was for me. An epitome of the person who loves me regardless of how much I love them back.A memory of love that always will be. Of a relationship that transcends the lifetime of people who are involved in it.
You will never be mine. That's my destiny. I will always be yours. That's my choice.
Arohi.
Naagin 7
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
