Hello forum wasiyon!
I'm one of the many silent lurking shadows on this awesome forum who's absolutely blow away by RangRasiya and is overwhelmed by the sheer level of creativity here.
Adding to the mix and because I couldn't not write on this show, I present to you a short series that gives an insight into one character each at a time. Along with the characters, the format might differ too. I hope you enjoy it.
When she comes to, she wishes she hadn't. She thinks this is what drowning must feel like. To resign, to make peace, to finally let go and let the sea engulf you. To sink so low, only darkness can embrace you. But she is waking, flapping, splashing, feels herself dragged and pulled and lifted. The weight of air hurts. It's cold and heavy and she is alive again. She isn't ready to be. She has made peace. Isn't ready to live again. The weight of life, the sheer burden of it crushes her. She finds herself suffocating all over again. In that moment before she had let go she had found calm. The hypnotic lull had driven out all her thoughts, silenced all those shouts. It was quiet. It was good. Finally she could be, just be. Floating, fleeting, flying like she had always wanted to be.
Coming to now feels like being ripped apart. She wonders if that's what the old sages spoke of. The curse and the cure. Of water babies and wenches. She's a wanderer. It's as bad as a wench. It's a horrible quality to have, a curse to be born with. A constant craving she fights - clawing at the back of her mind. Sometimes when she is alone, she moves her hair aside to check for scratch marks. They must be there. There has to be a physical manifestation of all that she feels, of all that she fights. It cannot all just be fleeting, just echoes and ripples trapped in her mind.
She had a family once, twice if you count the one that let her go. She doesn't. She only ever remembers the one she left behind. A little boy too young to fight and a husband too jaded to care. She often thinks of them, wonders and wishes. Convinces herself they are better off without her, without a mother who dreamt of running, of flying. Who envies her own flesh and blood - her own son (his childhood/his freedom - sometimes she forgets which is which).
Her greatest folly, most lethal vice has always been her greatest weakness. She has always been governed by her heart, been a slave to its whims. If she could, she would rip it apart and shred it to piece. Burn it and turn it to ash. A reckless heart, she has learnt, causes more harm, more destruction in its wake than even the greatest storms could, the most severe of natural calamities could. She thinks she is a calamity. One that needs to be restrained, trapped, limited, tamed. Which is why she is here. She loves his golden cage. Loves that under the faade of space (freedom), she has enough room to flap her wings, dance to her whims but still belong. Because that is what it has been about all along isn't it? To belong yet fly. Why she ran (flew) in the first place. Because home had turned into a hallowing hell and living into giving and she found herself slowly losing her mind (her wings, her flight). Her soul (her feathers, her life) became so entwined with theirs, there wasn't much of her left that remembered what it felt like to soar, how it was to fly.
She had been fluttering then, hopping and pecking when he had come with seeds of dreams in his palms and promises of endless skies in his eyes. She had unfurled then, flapped her dying wings and soared out of her decrypt nest only to drop, plummet, fall, heading straight fast down on her way to the ground. That is when it had happened, when he had caught her mid-flight. He'd placed her in his golden cage before she's fully relearnt, experienced, realised the power of her spirit in flight.
And although she's just an ordinary magpie, he treats her like a thunderbird, calls her his canary. That is perhaps why he never lets her drown, never lets her find peace. He never lets her go quiet.
But she's never forgotten her last flight. Which is why she still continues to try.
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