ok as i said yesterday..here is the next part..
MOVING ON(part4)
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Sanyogita sat on the stairs leading down into the gardens. She worked on a painting , she intended to gift to her grandmother.
Vaishali , who had just received an imp msg came running to find the princess.
V: rajkumari ji, I've been searching everywhere for u
Sanyogita smiled. Vaishali always knew where she was , but she still insisted on making it sound like a big deal.
S: this is where I usually am at this time, every day, so why exactly where u looking "everywhere" else?
V: becoze I have news… the sun rose in Delhi this morning…
Sanyogita quickly flicking hands stilled. After a few seconds, she diligently started painting again.
S: all is well, I hope?
V: perfectly well and hale n hearty ur highness..and from wat I'v been told pretty successful too..
Sanyogita didn't speak again for the next few moments and both friends sat in companionable silence, each lost in their won thoughts.
Sanyogita broke the silence.
S:u can say it vaishali, I know u want to..
V: uuhh…. How do u know I want to say something?
S: u can tell me wat im thinking before I even say it, wat makes u think I don't know wat ur thinking?
Vaishali sighed. It was true.. much as she was Sanyogita best friend, the truth was ,Sanyogita was also her's. Somewhere along the ups and downs of the young princess's life, the line between servitude and friendship had been crossed. Vaishali, knew just as she would go to any lengths for Sanyogita, the princess too would cross anyone and anything for her…
V: don't u think its time yet?
Sanyogita didn't stop working as this was a routine she and vaishali went thru on a regular basis.
S: no..not yet.
Vaishali felt her anger rising. Anger at the unfairness of it all. Anger at Sanyogita and anger at the whole world generally..
V: wat?! U don't think u'v punished yourself enough? Or is it become so much of a habit, u cant break it? Atleast ,apologize to him and free urself from some of the guilt. U may not forgive urself, but he might. Infact im sure he will.
Sanyogita understood her friend's distress on her behalf and would have said something but vaishali's last sentence pushed her bac into the fearful corner of her heart.
S(softly): and that's wat im afraid of…(loudly) I will do it vaishali, I will, I promise.. but not now, not yet.. the time..it just isn't time ....
V(sighing softly and taking hold of sanyogita's hand): but u refuse to see him. U keep tabs on where he is but u don't even want to know wat he looks like now. The number of times I'v seen u worry for him yet never once letting him know how much u still care.. I frankly cant imagine how u could go on living like this, and for how long…
Vaishali's mind went back to the days they had spent at the ashram.
Sanyogita wasn't the only one whose fame had spread. His exploits and bravery were already well established facts when they had first met, and they had grown by leaps and bounds. He was referred to as the " Warrior King" with great awe and respect.
The news of the adventures of the heroic, handsome young king had reached all across the land and even found their way into the seclusion of Maya Ma's ashram
Sanyogita liked to paint and poetry too was something she enjoyed, though dancing and archery were her passions.
Nevertheless , whenever a painter or poet came by, Sanyogita never missed an opportunity to learn something.
But sometimes those poetry session turned into an exercise in self pain.
She would still thru those sessions, listening to his name and exploits extolled and though it hurt, it would also fill her with a sense of pride.
She had found it very hard to accept his decision to become king but then, over time, she realized it was the rite choice. She understood that HE was the rite choice.
The one thing she had refused to do, was look at his portrait, not that there were many of those.
The king of delhi was reputed to being elusive and highly private.
A few painters who claimed to have seen him , painted a portraits and gladly showed them to the eager princesses and ladies in the various courts.
Sanyogita however made sure, she never came across any of them. At the ashram it had been the hardest. But now in her father's palace , where even the wind from delhi was frowned upon, she knew she would never have to worry about any sudden chinks in her armour.
Vaishali looked at her friend and her heart ached for her.
V: oh… I almost forgot.. there is something else u should know..i overheard the Maharaj and ur grandmother. They are thinking about your marriage again…
Sanyogita dropped the brush she had been holding. Turning to face her friend, she looked like she was being sentenced to death
She whispered : "no"
Vaishali quickly soothed her distraught mistress..
V: its not like they have piked someone out, just another prince from some obscure estate, wanting to marry the beautiful Sanyogita.. I don't think the maharaj will say yes.. but u know wat happens every time a proposal comes..
The maharaj starts thinking along those lines..
S: I need to get out of here… we need a distraction..
V: ur rite, wat we need rite now is time
Sanyogita looked around her, desperately seeking inspiration, mind racing from one excuse to another
S: koteshwar yatra.. its been delayed by a few months this year becoze of the weather.. its now supposed to start from next week..
Vaishali, though extremely surprised, did not disagree. This mite be the best option they had. But it would b emotionally hard on Sanyogita
She slowly asked" are u sure?"
Sanyogita, knew exactly where her friend's mind was
S: yes..im ready to do this. If I can , that means im ready to face him, its taken me 3 years but I think its time to start moving forward.
Vaishali nodded and put her hand on Sanyogita's shoulder for support.
V: as u wish ur highness..im always in ur corner
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Over the years Sanyogita had managed to b the daughter her father wanted. Well, at least she had pretended to.
But she had managed to find ways to fulfill the demands of her curious and rebellious nature. Apart from vaishali, only her grandmother was privy to the real persona of Sanyogita. And usually the queen mother was always helping her out .
Even now, she was the one who convinced the Maharaj, to let Sanyogita go to the yatra with only a minimal few soldiers.
A week later Sanyogita was on her way to the yatra..
Sometimes, in order to move forward to your future, U have to go back to ur past
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