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momoahmd

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Posted: 12 years ago

#591

plxxx make their pain go away...it has become totally unbearable 4 me 2 see them in so much pain...
as usual, the update was beautifully written...
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thnxxx 4 da pm dear...

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nivii

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Posted: 12 years ago

#592

An unique story! Cant wait for the next update.

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RockBarbie

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Posted: 12 years ago

#593

Interlude I: Arnav and Khushi - Him; Her; Them.

Being eighteen was the hardest thing one can do with the overriding complexity of human nature coming into foray and the sudden thrill of being recognized as a responsible adult by society. It had been her favorite argument with her mother as she refused to eat Rotis in morning but got a piece or two shoved in her mouth anyway. Garima ignored her loud proclamation of independent and responsible adults who knew how to eat but chose not to eat breakfast in morning, and made sure that her daughter ate something in the morning.

It was when she started studying in a different collage she realized that she missed him. She missed his annoying feet tapping which drove her mad and always ensured a kick in his calf muscle or if she the annoying quotient was higher, then her heel would dig into his foot making him yelp loudly. She missed his inane conversation skills and their long debates involving Spinach vs. Broccoli, autumn vs. winter and breakfast vs. dinner. She missed him but there was no way in hell she was going to say it out loud to any living thing unless you counted holy basil on her window sill that is.

"Khushi, Arnav asked me to give you this book," Payal said taking out a book from her back pack and placed it on Khushi's table. Leon Uris, Exodus.

"I hate how much free time you guys seem to have. This is 1998 for god's sake who the hell makes attendance mandatory in colleges?" Khushi grumbled as she shoved mechanical drawing instruments into her bag. Payal giggled at Khushi's grumpiness.

Khushi's three friends since high school weren't with her anymore and she was inexplicably alone. She had trouble making friends soon while compared to Payal and it was showing; three months into engineering, she still ate her lunch alone and spent all free periods in reference section of library. She heard snickers in classes when her exuberance in either mathematics or physics or mechanics classes were misconstrued for sucking up. She didn't care but it didn't stop from pricking her sides a little.

She picked up the book from table and ran to bus stop just in time to board her college bus. She opened the book once she caught her breath and was settled in her seat. A piece of paper was stuck between the sheets.

I am drowning in a sea of blotchy images of people, books, trees and indescribable words. The air feels different - polluted with dust, foreign scents, decayed lyrics, Kodak smooth and glossy photos, high heels, pressed pants, after shaves, sticky sweet chocolate and innocuous chatter. Breathing has become a chore and I have started to countdown to last second of the day starts at the moment when my consciousness fights with last remnants of my dream. I am carefully constructing madness around me just to be drowned in its muddled chaos and when I am fully drowned and my wrist is sticking out on surface, I know you will come running to save me. You would come and hold my sweaty, clammy and cold hands and try to pull me out. Be careful then, I am warning you now. I will pull you into my madness and beg you to lend me your chest where I can rest my head, listen to your heart and match our breathing rhythms. We would be stuck there for an eternity in a chaos of simplicity, 50s melodies and old love stories with happy endings where people grow old and die together at the same moment. In that madness, with you next to me, I will be able to breathe. Till then, I will continue to miss you.

She sat in bus ignoring the driver's rant who was hollering her to get out of the damn bus as they were in college campus for the past five minutes. She looked at him blandly and looked around to see that the bus was empty. She offered him an apologetic smile and ran. Her calf muscles ached in protest when demanded to function in a speed they weren't accustomed to. She went straight to reference section of the library and holed up in a grey corner.

The paper in her hand was crumpled and the ink in several places was blotched by her tears and sweat and she tried to smoothen out the wrinkles endearingly. An insane bout of happiness had consumed her and the loneliness she had felt all these weeks was dissolved and flushed out of her system.

Between the two, Arnav had always been the first one to reach out and surge above the stagnant waters. She adored him for that. She sat there in that corner and read the book ignoring lunch, curios glances of her classmates and the rise and fall of sunshine. When she realized it was soon time to leave, she tore half a sheet from her note book ignoring the wonky shape one of the sides had taken and wrote the words which were swimming in her head for the entire day.

I don't know what it is but I want to make it something it's not. I want to make it complex, wretched, muddy, heartrendingly beautiful, haunting my sensibilities and an emotional sensuality till the point my entire world looks like a wrongly arranged jigsaw puzzle where only I can see the image it's supposed to represent when everyone sees only abstract insanity. Well, everyone except you. You would see the picture and we would discuss it over a bottle of apple juice filled in champagne bottle and people around us would whisper and point at us, snickering behind their mouth covered hands and calling us stark raving mad. We cancel out our imperfections and the resulting combination is nothing short of a masterpiece. Words are stuck in my throat and I have a sudden craving to take out my dad's old typewriter and write a tragedy. I will probably wake up in the middle of the night, take the typed story out and scathingly scratch out the part where the two people in love die and rewrite the story with a happy ending. May be then, I will miss you less.

She didn't know what the day had meant.

But she knew that it was start of something very special.

Next Chapter: Chapter 16, Mayhem in our hearts

I fell on rose bush yesterday scraping my right arm and getting pricked by thorns in process. It wasn't a pretty sight :=)

I was inspired by Japonica's comment to write this interlude. It is important [and kinda nice] to know what and how Arnav and Khushi were before she left him. The reason behind Arnav's sensitivity, Payal's coldness, Lavanya's change and Khushi's guilt. An exploration of the past and taking it as a tool to explain their current.

Edited by RockBarbie - 12 years ago