After obsessing & analysing over the promo,bts and saathya mere sad version, I still feel restless.
So, trying to put my out of function brain into work...
Mishti was waiting for Abir at the cafe.He called her up moments ago that he was stuck in traffics leaving Mishti with no choice other than observing all fine details of the place.
Mishti had chosen a secluded corner for herself away from the hustle bustle of the seemingly busy cafe.She could hear some woman rambling about her kitty party, two kids were trying to run around embarrassing the parents.Mishti smiled watching their plight.Abir would love to capture those naughty kids antics in his camera.He loves doing those stuff.Observing people,clicking candid moments.Moments which are not so big still somehow surreal in this mundane life.
Abir lives for those moments.Whenever he got something like this,he would capture them all -either in his camera's lens or in his paintings.Or just scribble something about those moments. Its like he wanna grasp whatever forms of happiness he could possibly manage and hold onto it.For him, happiness lies in all those things and he seemed to be in a hurry to let none of them go.As if he was scared.As if things will go away if he doesn’t immortalise them in some form.As if he couldn’t hold onto his happiness before.As if he couldn’t have that one picture,one painting of something so special that he ended up living his life compensating that one loss.This thought kinda made Mishti agitated.
Mishti released her breath with a long sigh to calm herself.Off course she knew.How couldn’t she?It just took her a moment to know what was amiss there.He is the love of her life.So, she could proudly acclaim that she knew her man.The actual Abir beneath the happy Abir.She had seen through that facade for so many times.And with time,she discovered the cracks,the not so strong base of this one man abir show.
"Abir." Mishti painfully gulped uttering his name.All this because of his childhood truama over loosing his father.His only but the Most extreme loss of life.
Mishti atleast knew about her parents.She knew the reasons,she knew their nature.Damn,she atleast remembered their faces.Yeah the pain remained but she atleast got to deal with all those.She was now actually thankful for being left behind.She got bade ma and bade papa in exchange.They made her strong enough to survive the whole ordeal.And then she got Abir.he stood like a pillar behind her to fight off her demons.What a breakthrough transaction it was for her!
But what about Abir?He was left behind without any explanation.In the name of family,he got a bunch of people who really never made sense.Despite being the son of the house,he was the shade of the house where everyone took shelter forgetting he also needed rest.He was always giving and surprisingly nobody stopped and asked what he wanted.Mishti had nothing against rajvaansh house.Its just she never understood how come they never realized how alone abir felt in that big house,how it was never home for him,how they let him handle everything but not himself.If anybody felt she was wrong in judging them,mishti cared a damn.
All she cared for was the little boy who was left behind.Just like that.Nobody answered his questions.None felt the need to sit him down and explain that they were there for him.Instead he was made to become the sensible one overnight loosing his innocence,childhood,bubble of happiness all together.Despite being one young kid,he became the guardian angel for all.Was that really needed?
Mishti was left but she was not alone. She still had her own lil family who preserved her in their own way.They made sure she had her home.Even if that was a petty dollhouse,she had something.Her own set of amazing parents with a crazy annoying sister who never really let her alone.She and her sister fought biting tooth and nail,never really bothering to take care of each other still making sure everything is Alright in their perfect lil family. Mishti was elder in name but she never had to babysit kuhu like abir has to do till date.
Abir was left hanging on a thin thread of hope and fear.
Hope for his father,his childhood hero,his voice of sanity to come back and make everything alright.Hope that one day all would be well,one day he could entrust his duties which fall on his not ready shoulder and made him stumble.Hope that he would finally be free from the shackle of responsibilities,arguements,judgements and be the carefree guy he pretended to be.
Fear for the unknown truth, unseen fact which might turn into something really ugly.He is afraid that his faceless warrior guy might be just a friction of his imagination. maybe his baba was all what his ma said and that would crumble him down with agony and terror for lifetime.Fear of a future where he would be just a guy living in fools paradise.Fear of being a boy who never actually learnt to grow up and let go.
Those stark diferences and possibillities between those two emotion left Abir confused,vulnerable and somehow broken- all his life.
And he resorted to make it his aim of life that same thing should never repeat.So he took it all-whatever he got.He never left a chance to miss even a tinge of happiness.His 'What if' query looming and lurking around the corner of his mind like always.What if he never saw something beautiful again,what if he never clicked such a pretty smile again,what if he let go and forget the amazing moment he shared with a random guy.Just like he forgot his baba's face.He could not allow that.Not anymore.
It didn’t end there.What if it all went down?What if all the fortune he was blessed upon is just a mirage?like his father.What if he was not important anymore and people forget him.Better,he made sure to keep the memory intact and awesome while it lasted.And hence came his never-ending efforts of making people happy.
Everytime Abir became so giddy and awestruck with mishti's simplest loving gestures,it hurt her.It hurt her like something was shoved directly inside her chest and left her breathless.Everytime Abir gave him that 'u are unbelievable' look,instead of feeling happy,mishti just felt hollow inside. How much he lost to get dazzled with so little?how come he felt surprised with something which was rightfully his?
He had been dealing with a lifelong of what ifs which mishti couldn’t tolerate anymore.Enough was enough.
She had been trying her best to locate his baba.Whenever that happens,she would firmly stood beside him and let him deal with it.
The chiming sound of door made her turn and she smiled.Abir was here.
She had her closure.Now,she will make sure her man got his.
Note: trust me,this was so not what i intended.well,i think i Couldn't shake off the promo effect yet!!!I just rambled and blabbered without thinking.it now sound more like analysis than os!😛
Still give it a try and let me know your view.😳
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