Originally posted by: moonwearer
Pritee the kids suffer a lot ...the guilt and the truth which none seems to know but him is the cross he carries...he immerses himself in work and caring for others despite the serious misunderstanding and exploitation by Rolex Raju and ilk...he consciously does not want to sever ties...he is not blind to their doings...but cannot stoop to their base mean level...The Bhalla kids are what they are because of both parents though Savvy might have played a greater role...It is heartrending to see each hurt...the Patriarch too is deeply hurt ...but you find it hard to let go off them and you tolerate their nonsense...sometimes indifferent...sometimes stoically...
Life is a mysterious tale
A leaf unfolds for us each day
Printed In myriad hues
Printed on varied textures
The tale has a source
Creators are many and ever changing
The tale has a rhythm and soul
A beat and lyrics in languages of our making
Some are melodious and softly play on
Some are metallic and loud and jerk us
Some a silent happy or melancholy lend
Accompanying artists
Entering and exiting on some cue
Who is the Suthradhar we never know
The world a spectacular Indra sabha or colloseum
Some perform an ensemble, some alone
Some revealing identities some masked
Thoughts we recognize and identify ours
Those we don't attributed to Karma, furies, destiny or fate
I step into another fresh day full of hope and faith that it will be a spectacular one
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