Hello!
Before you read this let me just point out that this was my break from studying and my thoughts were completely out of order. I started writing and half way through questioned where the hell was I going with this story if it is really out of place...I apologize. Though I hope its alright. π
"HER TRUE SELF"
She watched Sanyukta and Randhir enter the classroom hand in hand and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The famous couple of FITE had caused her peers to start whispering awws and making remarks about their unconditional love for one another. Unconditional, she scoffed. Not once had she received anything without a condition.
She peeked to the side and saw Parth smiling sweetly to the couple and making small talk with Sanyukta. Sanyukta being the sweet one, replied back just as kindly. Sweet. Kind. The words haunted her. When had it been the last time that she had been generous and caring to anyone?
Parth. She had been sweet, kind to him and loved him unconditionally. Loved? She still loves him, it's not a feeling of the past but the present and she knows it will remain for the future as well. However, Parth was someone she dearly loved, when did she do something nice for anyone else?
She tried to push the thought away as the class progressed. Why was she thinking about such things all of a sudden? She didn't give a damn about others after all. She wasn't Sanyukta the great, trying to fix and help everyone. Then why were the words coming back to her every few minutes?
"Randhir you're misunderstanding me! I didn't think..." She heard Sanyukta explain. She gave a sad smirk, misunderstood is an understatement for her. Sanyukta was not misunderstood, she was. Her roommate had a loving boyfriend, understanding friends and a mentor that believed in her with his eyes closed. She, she had no friends, a mentor that found her as useless as the garbage can in the hallway and she definitely did not have a boyfriend. She tried explaining to the one person that mattered the most but even he judged and retaliated saying she was "fake". Fake? Was she fake or was she brutally honest? Was she putting up a mask? Yes she was. Years of being hurt by her parents and ex husband had left her with no choice but to put up a mask. Masks helped her hide, hide from the ones that could potentially hurt her. But how does one hide from themselves? How does one get away from the pain they put upon themselves? She didn't have an answer for that.
She stumbled back as Yoyo bumped into her after getting shoved by Jiggy. "Kaustuki will never fall for an idiot like you," she heard Jiggy yell loudly at Yoyo. The ever-green, jolly Yoyo had a frown on his face. Jiggy had departed but his one sentence had left worry lines on the face of Yoyo. "Forget about him Yoyo... here finish your sandwich." Yoyo shook his head as if shaking an animate object off of him and thanked her. She smiled. The worry lines were gone, the cheerful (and slightly annoying) nature was back.
"See, you could be nice sometimes too Vidushi." Parth. The man did not leave her side the whole month after getting to know about her divorce. He tried to make small talk, tried to give her advice. Advice. When was the last time she took advice from anyone? She groaned, she didn't need advice, she had gone through life perfectly fine without it.
He once more tried to talk. Tried to get her to react but she politely excused herself, she felt his eyes making holes on her back as she walked out. Ironic how when she annoyed him by constantly talking he told her to shut it and go away, but now the silence was drawing him towards her. One may ask why but she didn't know. He had told her he didn't feel pity or sympathy but his past behaviour didn't make her believe it. He didn't know her story and neither did he fall head over heel for her, so why the sudden change in behaviour? Was it just his kind, sweet, polite nature again? Or was he helping her out of humanity. She once again pondered, had she ever been humane?
She hadn't. Not to Sanyukta, not to Randhir, not to any student in FITE. She had tried to lock her roommate in a place where she could have died. She had made remarks about everyone, spewing out the years of hatred she kept in her heart. Hatred. It had consumed her. It had made her actions and words bitter. They weren't a representation of her, no, they were a representation of her emotions. Her desperate need to win. Her desperate desire to be accepted (even if she denied it). However, when those needs and desires couldn't be fulfilled even with a lot of trying, her mind was filled with anger and jealousy. The anger and jealousy she realised led to hatred. Hatred for all those who had things she didn't, hatred for all those who were more privileged. Hatred for her potential friends and most of all hatred towards her life.
At that moment she had felt her questions coming together and her answer emerging.
Over the course of a few months her life had changed. She had limited but civil conversations with her peers. Problems were solved between her and her ex husband and his family, there were no more disturbing calls interrupting her sleep in the middle of the night. She had extended a hand of friendship towards Randhir and Sanyukta but she didn't hesitate to give her piece of mind when she felt they were going overboard. More than anyone else in the dream team she had become the most close to Randhir...there had been a few bumps in the road but she found a protective friend cum brother in him. What about the love of her life? Well she's kept a good distance from the love of her life, Parth. No, she didn't hate him or ignore him but she wanted a fresh start. She would wait for him to fall for her true self from a distance.
As she crept away to the field behind the girl's hostel she felt a hand grab hers. She instantly panicked and turned around, only to see him standing there with an aura of intensity in his body language.
"Parth." She said, questioning him silently of his presence beside her so late at night. "I have to say it today...or I will never be able to do it." He began hastily, his hands trembling around her wrist slightly showing nervousness. Her heart picked up its pace, something was sure to happen. And it did as the words left his mouth, "I love you. Will you give me the honour of being your boyfriend? For real this time without any conditions?" She nodded and engulfed him in her arms.
That one day of reflection and observation had helped her clear her questions. The words she pondered over gave her a vision on how she'd like to lead her life. In that moment Vidushi Kumar had learnt that she needed to be herself around her people. Her true self. Not the girl that was governed by hatred, jealousy and anger because truly that was not what defines the girl that is Vidushi Kumar. She was a homogenous mixture of many things, not just three emotions that clouded her soul. In reality her true self was a bit blunt, a bit honest, a bit stubborn, a bit loving, a bit sweet, a bit caring, a bit possessive, a bit idiotic, and a bit of HER.
-Fin-
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