A/N:
Hello everyone! This is RibelleDelCuore. I'm a recent addition to the forum which does not mean that I haven't been watching YHM all this time.đ
I'm here with something I wrote in a hurry to get it up on the forum(yeah, yeah,call me desperate-- there are dozens of people already posting everyday and you just might not wanna read what follows) And this is not based on anything Pervmeet related--I know you've been bored to death by him. This is canon yet different.
Let me know if you hate what I've written or otherwise. I'll update the rest as soon as possible. Meet me at the end!
llover: to rain
Llovera, gotas mnimas
Llover, de mi boca,
Saldr el mar
No, no, Romeo, no,
No, no, me dejes (ver)
Tu vida fue gestada ya...
Llover, caudales de agua,
Agua lisa
Llover, desde mis ojos
No, no, Romeo, no,
no, no me dejes ver
que tu muerte fue gestada ya...
Renacimiento
-Mia Maestro
Chapter 1: Possiblity
Ishita turned around abruptly and her palms came in contact with Raman's chest with great force.
Pat came the reply.
"Dekh kar nahi chal sakti ho kya? Subah se idhar se udhar fudak rahi ho. Kahin tumhe haree rang ka Mendhak banne ka idea toh nahin aa gaya? Karele ka chilka to tumhe fit aaya nahi."
"Main aapko paagal dikhayi deti hoon? Wait, don't answer that," she stopped him in the nick of time just as he opened his mouth to utter choice words that he seemed to be obsessed with. "Hatiye, mujhe bohot kaam hai. Raaste mein aap mere aaye hain!" She maneuvered around him with a scowl on her face.
A typical start to our day, she scoffed mentally and became busy with her sari, turning her back to him. Their bedroom was to witness another one of their daily quarrels.
"Kamaal ki aurat hai yeh! Ruhi ko bhi yahi mili thi Ishima bulaane ke liye. Mujhe bola hota to main kisi better piece ko hi utha laata," he muttered to himself in his customary irritable mood, thankful to have the mirror to himself.
Ishita heard him but she had become au fait with his ways now--after 13 months of being married to him. Nothing major, she thought while sniggering, I could handle a thousand times worse if he were to stoop to that.
It had been 3 months since she'd realized that she was in love with Raman Kumar Bhalla and she didn't need her love to be requited. In fact she was perfectly content pretending to hate him all the time--as much as it aggrieved her on the inside. She knew he could perhaps never love her; what with the fact that they were always at loggerheads and that she was essentially a Behenji' to people"as Simmi would put it. Only figuratively of course, she couldn't possibly be Raman's wife at the same time. She laughed wryly at her own expense. She'd never let anyone know about her self-deprecating thoughts. The charismatic and gung-ho exterior she put up for others to see was just that--a pretense. The world was a cruel, cruel place and she knew that thoroughly. Not even her Amma and Appa knew what went on in her mind, naturally.
Coming back to her realisation, she had been absolutely horrified that such a marvel could happen. What were the odds that the soul mate she'd always wished for--being a very ebullient girl herself during her childhood days which made her wonder if she'd truly passed on her genes to Ruhi in some way--would be thrust upon her when she least expected him. "Raman?! Aiyyo Amma! Kya Ishu, koi aur nahi mila?!" Her words precisely.
"Are you plotting my murder after what I did yesterday?" said Raman, donning his shoes while seated on their sofa. All of a sudden, flashes from yesterday inundated her mind. She tried hard to fight the smirk that was threatening to take place on her lips. She hadn't expected him to bring it up, given his humongous ego that appeared to dictate al his interactions with her.
"Kuch nahin", she shook her head and went on to futilely explain her contradictory actions, "Woh bas mujhe surgery ke liye late ho raha hai na, isiliye main jaldi mein hoon" She continued to pin up her sari, which was what she was doing while lost in her thoughts earlier.
Raman and Ishita could scarcely deny that they were a couple--such forbearance around each other; being doting parents for their daughter Ruhi; buying gifts for each other and knowing each other thoroughly(if that could be said in the first place) among other things. In the eyes of their family and friends, they were living a happy, married life. And they were, if she could say so. Only the happy part seemed a little too exaggerated to her. More like bickering all the time, she thought.
But then yesterday...
"Ishimaaa!!!" their daughter, Ruhi's sweet voice could be heard from the living room as she was headed in their direction.
"Ishima, dekho Dadi aur Paati ne mere liye kya laya! Baahar aake dekho na!" Ruhi's presence soon followed her voice. She was still dressed in her nightclothes, with the day being a school holiday for her. Ishita and Raman looked at each other with raised eyebrows, their expressions and thoughts mimicking each other's. What could have motivated them to reconcile? I wonder...She looked at him, the question apparent on her visage. Being the most dutiful husband, he understood and shook his head, clearly not having anything to do with it. She was glad he could be civil to her around half of the time. "Chaliye, aapke liye bulava aaya hai," she taunted him on his nightly IPL watching marathons that were by a hair's breadth going to give her dark circles. He followed, giving her a dirty look.
"Why do you always let me walk out first?" she commented on his seeming reluctance to leave before her.
She received an eye roll in reply along with a gruff, "Bas dekh raha tha ki tum kitni moti hoti jaa rahi ho."
She pretended to yawn, "Tell me something you haven't already used. Are you finally running out of quips?"
The aforementioned words had been uttered by her while exiting their beloved bedroom and she was currently smiling away to glory--having successfully fooled him into believing that his taunts didn't affect her anymore.
He followed her outside; not able to see her expressions.
Raman saw her walking away him quite haughtily. His convoluted mind's cogwheels turned even as he remained aloof on the outside(or so he thought)
What is it that she feels in actuality? I know Jhansi ki Rani is just pretending yet those words from her diary imply the complete opposite.
10th January
In case you've ever wondered--even if you're already head over heels in it and this piece of writing arrives a tad too late--there is no such thing as true love. As I write this, I'm listening to one of the soppiest songs ever which provides all the more incentive to go on.
Perhaps our fleeting obsession with a person--which is somewhat akin to infatuation but relatively reasonable and sober; and the duration of which varies from human to human--is what is known as love. The period might be as short as a few months or as long as thirty years but sooner or later you plummet down to earth.
People harbor similar sentiments for their pets and belongings and all that jazz. They speak of loving their families which I do not naively believe. Even that is not eternal or unconditional. It is only the ties of blood and the years of companionship that obligate you to remain bonded to each other. While, deep down the circumstances are such that "each to his own" gives the impression of pertinence. It is sad that we are perfectly capable of falling out of love, just the way we fall in. All the hunky-dory haze that surrounds us evaporates and we suddenly lose all purpose behind our connection. We drift apart, unable to love each other anymore despite resenting the severance.
Another state of affairs is where lone partner outgrows the marriage/relationship and decides to break it off. The other might blame them for all the heartache and despondency, but it is inevitable after all. One simply must not have faith in the outlandish concept of unfailing fidelity and loyalty because at the end of the day if the person whom you supposedly love doesn't want you around, you don't starve to death. You live on; you forget. Love is just one of the many distractions that life offers to keep us from looking at the deeper and greater rationale behind our existence.
Children are brought up to comprehend that true love--if there exists such a thing--is the ultimate goal in their life. We do need companionship; fine, let's have that. But must we feel the need for affiliation so strongly? Do you not think it is resistible? We are here to be part of a live, nature-simulated environment, experiencing the randomness of happenings and the curiosities of time. We are here to contribute to history and perform deeds that make our lives worthwhile.
Love is one of the biggest weaknesses of mankind. This is not part of a campaign against world peace. Peace and blind love are two different facets of compassion, situated far from each other. Self-actualization has rightly been placed at the top of the hypothetical pyramid of human needs. One way of looking at it is that it governs all others.
Most of the fiction, movies, songs and whatnot speak of love and depict love--nauseatingly so. They do have different approaches but it all comes to down to the same soppiness always. It is mere objectification of our precious lives, souls and intellectual minds. The propensity to not believe in love cannot be imposed upon people. Only, it is time an emerging (or rather something that has always been there) school of thought yet to be recognized--one which does not necessarily pigeonhole a person's interests into desire for male and/or female.
The prospect of a life without love might seem bland to several but once one dabbles in it, they might find themselves relieved to be free of the shackles of human emotion and the demands of the social order. One should not be bothered by what people think--they're wondering the same, in all probability.
What Mr. Raman Kumar Bhalla failed to realise was that it was a simple case of mind over matter; and that reading other's diaries could backfire--even if it were your wife in question. The diary entry had been written over a year ago. So much could have changed since then.
A/N: Do comment. I'm curious to know what you feel.
Raman's point of view might have confused you. Lets just wait and watch what happens. My writing doesn't make sense to me sometimes.đHope you do realise that the words in blue were written by Ishita. Why? I don't know.đ
I shall be updating the rest soon. The ones who comment shall receive PMs. Accept my buddy requestđ
Until we meet again,
RDC
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
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