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Every morning a struggling life starts with thrill, as night sets in, the thrill starts breaking and you realise that this struggle has broken you, you try hard to keep yourself together, you try harder.
Chakor, a girl, whose life started but she didn't own that life. Someone else did. She fought with her tiny little fingers which were meant to catch butterflies, she fought with her colourful mind which was supposed to draw rainbows.
She grew up in the lap of isolation, fighting with herself, preparing to fight all her life. Didn't she too deserve to dream? To smile carelessly? To commit mistakes recklessly?
Twists and turns and she gets to meet the love of her life. A person, who surrendered himself to her, who could see the broken woman behind the strong lady, a person who loved her unconditionally forgetting himself. This person turned into her world, a world where she could see dreams, she could create rainbows, she could be careless, she could be weak, seeing her strength in him. Life must have felt complete. Right? Well, it did. She started weaving dreams and flew in her dreamland.
But fate, it burnt all her dreams, cruelly.
She was separated from him. The trauma of losing her child, she bearing it all by her own because she was cruelly separated from not just him but her whole family. She passed this whole phase of separation with dreams building each moment, dreams to be with him, to go somewhere far and start a life only with him and fulfilling every dream.
For her, this phase never ended. She came, she found him but he never found her. She saw all her dreams, all her believes shatter into pieces. She challenged each of these incidents, only to be proven wrong. He has actually forgotten her. Your whole world forgetting you, trying to finish your existence, hurting you each moment is heartbreaking.
Years long wait, to go to your world who would gather all your broken pieces, see the dreams through your eyes and fulfill them ended in such a traumatic way. She had promised to be his shield and not even let anyone raise eyes at him. He is in pain, he is in trauma, he is insulted and there she stands, helpless. She is broken and he isn't there to gather her. She needs love, he isn't there to give her that love. She needs affection to forget all those years in jail, but he isn't there to offer that affection.
Just because she is strong from outside to deal with this trauma, doesn't mean she doesn't need him. Her world has turned upside down, probably beyond repair, she is alone, she is broken, time has snatched away everything from her and somewhere she realises that she can not fight alone. She needs him. But he is no where.
She will of course pass this phase, let's look forward to it.
Cricket
