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Rudra..hurting..crying.. grieving.. very young...Taken from the familiar surroundings.. from the security of a home with his mom n dad, his loving uncle and two cousins who loved him.. played with him..
And he was alone, hurting, yet.. he was not yet bitter..
But the subsequent years his father feeding him bitterness and despair.. Made the angry hurt boy become bitter...
And had it been left to it, he would have lost all humanity.. all the feeling that made him human..
yet... one memory.. and one talisman that lived on from that memory...salvaged his soul.. at his lowest.. as he cried... as for the 1st time the words of his bitter father reverberated in his young mind he was yet to grasp those words fully.. yet to embrace them as a fact of life.. and before that poison could truly set in his mind..
He came across her..his guarding angel... who watched his pain.. who felt his pain..who forgot her own pain seeing his.. who without one seconds pause parted with something precious to her, just to stop him from hurting.. to make him feel better..
a selfless act, of one of the very kind his father was about to drill in to him to hate...made sure that every bitter word his father fed him...was drained from the holes in the concept itself..cz she had made sure, he knew that it was not true.. not always.. that somewhere in the world there remained a girl, whose heart was selfless.. who brought smiles, who wiped tears.. who made the world a brighter and happier place..a better place, by simply being in it..
And in the years that followed as darkness clouded around him.. he held on to that one beacon of light..that shone through all that darkness.. always saving him from destroying himself..
in the moments of hurt, moments of despair.. moments of intense soul destroying anger.. he would hold on to that talisman.. the talisman that resembled to him of the goodness of this world..that taught him about selfless love, of the power of a simple smile.. the strength of purity and faith in the goodness in this world..
Look at his anger draining out of him as he grasped the memory of her in his hands... as he felt her purity, selflessness wash over him.. his anger left him.. he felt peace..
that gave him hope...and the strength to fight that anger, hate and bitterness and hold on to his humanity.. because the soft eyes of that small face, the sweet smile that was only for him..those hands that gifted him her selfless love always told him.. that there was always hope..taught him never to let go of the good things..because she was the reason for the first smile on his face ever since his entire world collapsed as he lost his beloved mother..
And she gave him his every single smile from that day..
And whenever it became too much he held on to her memory..gaining strength from her..
An unknown little girl had saved his soul that day...and he knew that too.. that is why it was so precious to him. and that shaped his entire life..
And today too that little girl, who has grown up is witnessing his pain.. joined to him...trying to understand what she is seeing.. so that she could again be a solace to him..
And in contrast to this, little Paro gave the doll away.. brought a smile to another little boy's face..but for her it was not a life altering incident.. i remember her telling mamisa about having lost the doll when she was younger.. she probably remembers what happened but doesn't associate too much with it..
but that is why its so important.. she gave with a selfless heart and she had unknowingly been the one to make sure her intended.. her Rudra, who would become hers one day .. be the man who is...
made sure that he will be who he is.. so that after growing up.. he could be her savior just as she is his..
And he was alone, hurting, yet.. he was not yet bitter..
But the subsequent years his father feeding him bitterness and despair.. Made the angry hurt boy become bitter...
And had it been left to it, he would have lost all humanity.. all the feeling that made him human..
yet... one memory.. and one talisman that lived on from that memory...salvaged his soul.. at his lowest.. as he cried... as for the 1st time the words of his bitter father reverberated in his young mind he was yet to grasp those words fully.. yet to embrace them as a fact of life.. and before that poison could truly set in his mind..
He came across her..his guarding angel... who watched his pain.. who felt his pain..who forgot her own pain seeing his.. who without one seconds pause parted with something precious to her, just to stop him from hurting.. to make him feel better..
a selfless act, of one of the very kind his father was about to drill in to him to hate...made sure that every bitter word his father fed him...was drained from the holes in the concept itself..cz she had made sure, he knew that it was not true.. not always.. that somewhere in the world there remained a girl, whose heart was selfless.. who brought smiles, who wiped tears.. who made the world a brighter and happier place..a better place, by simply being in it..
And in the years that followed as darkness clouded around him.. he held on to that one beacon of light..that shone through all that darkness.. always saving him from destroying himself..
in the moments of hurt, moments of despair.. moments of intense soul destroying anger.. he would hold on to that talisman.. the talisman that resembled to him of the goodness of this world..that taught him about selfless love, of the power of a simple smile.. the strength of purity and faith in the goodness in this world..
Look at his anger draining out of him as he grasped the memory of her in his hands... as he felt her purity, selflessness wash over him.. his anger left him.. he felt peace..
that gave him hope...and the strength to fight that anger, hate and bitterness and hold on to his humanity.. because the soft eyes of that small face, the sweet smile that was only for him..those hands that gifted him her selfless love always told him.. that there was always hope..taught him never to let go of the good things..because she was the reason for the first smile on his face ever since his entire world collapsed as he lost his beloved mother..
And she gave him his every single smile from that day..
And whenever it became too much he held on to her memory..gaining strength from her..
An unknown little girl had saved his soul that day...and he knew that too.. that is why it was so precious to him. and that shaped his entire life..
And today too that little girl, who has grown up is witnessing his pain.. joined to him...trying to understand what she is seeing.. so that she could again be a solace to him..
And in contrast to this, little Paro gave the doll away.. brought a smile to another little boy's face..but for her it was not a life altering incident.. i remember her telling mamisa about having lost the doll when she was younger.. she probably remembers what happened but doesn't associate too much with it..
but that is why its so important.. she gave with a selfless heart and she had unknowingly been the one to make sure her intended.. her Rudra, who would become hers one day .. be the man who is...
made sure that he will be who he is.. so that after growing up.. he could be her savior just as she is his..
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