Weaver's Den =) *updt 12/15* Pg 9 - Page 6

NJ..

spellbound...

i am astounded but the way you weave a story is simply superb...

i am bowled over...

loved the VM too..

now i dont watch..the.. show at all..dont know the characters..
but the story was poignant yet romantic..
loved it...

@ridsss - thanks!

@rushii - aww thanks girl! actually, these particular characters I personally never watched either! which was one reason why my 'AN plot is nothing DMG-AN inspired! I only followed the show religiously for about a year - and AN came much after... it was just a vague story in my head, and beause i wasn't thinking of particular characters to fit it, names didn't matter that much! =)

so true..NJ...

it is the story..after all..that holds interest...and..especially for a person who has not seen the reference serial..it is but imagination and characterisation makes the story is it not...
your writing is an absolute lure... i get immersed..in it..

ahh!!!! This was a good story...although in the beginning I was a little puzzled about what was going on, but later I understood it all 😳

One thing I wanna say is.. you take a very long time for updating the chapters, but once you've updated, the length of each chapter kinda makes up for the lost time 😉

Anu

Originally posted by: anu.happy4ever

ahh!!!! This was a good story...although in the beginning I was a little puzzled about what was going on, but later I understood it all 😳

One thing I wanna say is.. you take a very long time for updating the chapters, but once you've updated, the length of each chapter kinda makes up for the lost time 😉

Anu

surprised to see you anu! i wasn't following up with readers and likes on this story here on the weaver's thread to be honest - not following enough that is... and i just realized u were reading the story from the start (Assuming you're talking of delays, i don't think u read it in a go 😆)

i'm glad u enjoyed it - my personal delay in updating lost me the train of thoughts somewhere - but then i just ended giving it something else - fiction has its advantages! 😆

and i know - sigh - really, i try to be less of a bother with my updates procrastination ... and imagine this coming from someone who did their first ever FF in less than a week! 23 chapters at that... not that i can boast of the story or the writing as such 🤢😆 but!

oh well... see u around on AoL after ur done catching up there - yeh, that is alot to catch up even in just 11 chapters! not quite the one for brevity, am i?! 😆

thanks for dropping by!
cheers,
nj

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Leaves Out of Our Diaries...

This is an odd, and uncharacteristically brief piece of writing. I had made a VM some weeks ago, which for no reason that I can recall any longer, I did not upload and post at that time.

I was going to write a brief description for its situation in the description box, while uploading it now, when on an impulse I decided to write a formal piece instead, for the same. Which is this.

The underlying facts draw themselves out of show's (DMG) basic storyline. Also, as you shall see, this piece does not take into account the DMG end, or any end for that matter. Its just an account of POVs of the four final protagonists of DMG, from sometime in between, when the characters were mutually estranged and their lives far from sorted.

Not really a One Shot hence.

The VM should be somewhat more explanatory, if the writing puzzles you. (I can't say what's objectively better - reading or watching first - but I vote for reading owing my general bias!)

Ridhima and Armaan.

Those three words had been a sentence, once upon a time in my life. Complete, in every essence. When the coming together of those names, mine, with his, had spoken of oneness. Of need. Of love. Of life.

It had been initiated from the first moment I set my eyes on him. And him, upon me.

In that basketball court, which had become witness and stood testimony to many consequent encounters thereafter - some sweet, others bitter. But each one a memory that cannot be made to fade, much less be forgotten.

The odyssey we had embarked upon that day had been un-warning of its eventual, impending fate. Of the spring it would herald, and the fall that would entail it. A spark had been lit, one that became a roaring flame in time and burned to ashes all in its wake. All, that we had ever held dear.

And now we stand, rent asunder.

Nothing can be requited, retrieved, reverted or redeemed anymore. What is gained, the lesson of a lifetime, shall remain. What is lost, the bond of a lifetime, is gone forever.

And what lingers, is a defeated echo in the void of my heart - Ridhima and Armaan...not meant to be.

Armaan and Ridhima.

Challengers. Colleagues. Rivals. Enemies. Peers. Friends. Lovers. Ex-lovers. Strangers. Acquaintances. Friends. Accomplices. Lovers. Fiances. Loners..

...a chronology of the forming of our complex bonding, of how and why, where we stand, and who is who to who. And what and when brought us to this - a predicament where we become the unbidden, unwilling and unfortunate nemesis of each other's lives.

Is this it, I ask myself, innately fearful and strictly forbidding of spelling the 'it'. Confirmations I find many, but conviction none. It is to seek the same - after compromising and promising farewells are past us - that I return to her again. To find out if indeed, she has moved on, is as true as I strive to make myself believe everyday, in vain. If indeed, letting go was not the mistake that it hauntingly insinuates to be, more so, in the retrospect. That the impossible enduring of repenting, resigning, relinquishing and retreating has been worth its trade off - her happiness.

That in the comedy of errors which has been my life, trusting her, in the hands of another, was not the greatest, gravest blunder of all.

True, they said it was hard - falling in love. But nobody said how hard it would be - falling out of it.

And I go back to her, to find out, if she has indeed accomplished a feat, that Armaan Malik has not.

Is this...the end?

Ridhima...and Armaan?!

I had imagined we were a case of misfits. A case mismatched. A case of archenemies, not confidantes; a case of haters, not lovers.

What I had not imagined, was for this to be a love triangle.

What I had not imagined was to have been a shadow, albeit distinct, of Ridhima Gupta's lover.

What I had not imagined was for Armaan Malik to return.

And I reckon, what he had never imagined, was a round of introduction, to Ridhima Siddhant Modi.

When he walked out of her life, he left behind a void that made her hard, bitter, and lonely. When he walked back in, the void had not been filled, but it sure had been invaded.

I don't know the exact moment that I stepped into that pitfall of a void. But once I did, it was headlong journey, landing me right at the bottom. Where, there was her, and there was me - there was us. And only then I discovered, there was him.

She chooses me, and accepts me, and I'm elated. But I can't rid us of the ghost of her past - neither me, nor her. It exists in flesh and blood, and I surprise myself when I think of his dilemma. Perhaps, because deep inside it coincides exactly with my own...

A choice, between her, and her true happiness.

Ironically, that makes us mates. Armaan and Siddhant. The contending rivals for Ridhima's love, despite my having won her vote of favor and consent. Despite my legit attainment of our happily ever after.

Because happily ever after, is not where it ends...

Armaan...and Ridhima?!

Why, I never...!

I was here for her - just like everyone else in the tangled stories of our lives was - here for her. Without wanting to, much less intending for it to be so, Ridhima formed the inevitable center of our universe - the inter linked worlds of Siddhant Modi, Shilpa Malhotra...and Armaan Malik.

There was a rule book, Shilpa's rule book, which I had religiously followed all my life. A rule book, where the last page had featured my reunion with the family I had been distanced from and deprived of all these years. The same years that I lived with complete devotion to this only cause I had known, blissfully oblivious of how my very precious and reliable rule book was in fact just one meager chapter.

Where the last page of my happily dreamed reunion was going to come, if ever, only after a much bigger sacrifice.

I had grown up believing nothing to be greater than my cause. But beliefs, like those in tooth fairies and Santa Claus were often belied in the face of contrary, and brutal truths. His coming into my life had shook the very foundations of my own. I may not have seen it from our first clashing encounter, or even the second, third, fourth... and few others that followed.

Then suddenly one day I had seen it. The revelation of a love I had been lacking and seeking all my life. So blinded was I by my craving of it, and the likelihood of its fulfillment from an unexpected quarter, that I chose to see reciprocation, where it was not. That I fooled myself living a fancy that was never to be.

I never really begun to bear being around him, I suppose. Initially, for how much I hated him; and recently, for how much I loved...

He understands, somehow, my agony in loss although he understands not of what. In empathy and sympathy he calls me his friend. And it hurts.

She accuses me, in silence always, and sometimes aloud, of being his bane. And that hurts too.

It's a choice I can no longer make - between him, and her. So I run away.

To bear the burden of my cross alone, the cross that lies in being me...

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Lovely thoughts NJ....sad and true at the same time!! I too always believed that sooner of later there wud be an Armaan and Riddhima......and then there was none.

NJ!!!
me is lost!!!( in a nice weird way though)
this isnt your best but honestly for some reason its the one i am going to want to(and will) read at regular intervals quite often!!!!
dont have access to the video as of now but the read was soooo worth it....it reminds me of a small piece i had written a long time back....never posted it...guess will PM you once i get hold of my lap back...!!!

i just wanna tell you my favourite lines....me knows u came up with them but stilll :D

Nothing can be requited, retrieved, reverted or redeemed anymore. What is gained, the lesson of a lifetime, shall remain. What is lost, the bond of a lifetime, is gone forever.

And what lingers, is a defeated echo in the void of my heart - Ridhima and Armaan...not meant to be

somewhere she always looked for the worse in him, the weak point in their relationship, the weakness both of them knew but more often than necessary she so candidly and casually pointed out.... the first part ...her part..... very well put!!!

That the impossible enduring of repenting, resigning, relinquishing and retreating has been worth its trade off - her happiness.

And I go back to her, to find out, if she has indeed accomplished a feat, that Armaan Malik has not.

Is this...the end?

well for him its always is going to be her- ABOVE EVERYTHING ELSE....even he himself!! and how he has always understood her, him, her ideologies, their relationship...understood a tad bit too much!! for him she marked the beginning and it never had an end!!

And only then I discovered, there was him

It exists in flesh and blood, and I surprise myself when I think of his dilemma. Perhaps, because deep inside it coincides exactly with my own...

A choice, between her, and her true happiness.

he never got to make the choice...it was always riddhima or armaan choosing his course of life for him... it was possible to fight for love but how could he compete with two hearts already in love and beyond,,,,

I was here for her - just like everyone else in the tangled stories of our lives was - here for her. Without wanting to, much less intending for it to be so, Ridhima formed the inevitable center of our universe - the inter linked worlds of Siddhant Modi, Shilpa Malhotra...and Armaan Malik.

true that...completely!! how everything revolved arnd riddhima always!! shilpa was the one who lost all even when she came to find the one thing that must have kept her going all her life and sadly she lost that too..well she never had riddhima to lose her...yet!! and armaan was something else completely..

So blinded was I by my craving of it, and the likelihood of its fulfillment from an unexpected quarter, that I chose to see reciprocation, where it was not.

In empathy and sympathy he calls me his friend. And it hurts.

She accuses me, in silence always, and sometimes aloud, of being his bane. And that hurts too..

To bear the burden of my cross alone, the cross that lies in being me...

sighh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
u know by now how crazy it is...well as it is visible i loved shilpa's side of the story...i can almost like quote your entire thought trail on her :D

write more....
n more
n more!!!!!

PS- why havent i seen more of ur videos before???

hiieeezzz........ umm...kay...i m still in a daze....i absolutely loved it..and plz continue writing and tht too (AR)...i loved it...thnks...