tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77680521658164893032024-03-20T14:10:00.172+05:30SoliloquyI don't know who is listening, but I want to tell someone my story.Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-87428093203971809912023-05-18T18:27:00.003+05:302023-05-18T18:27:30.509+05:30An Ode To The Wind Rises | Poetry<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvxvDEmL7wBuvugk7wo3pmmPRAdkCpfVWrJNhQvqvZMskNwcmFYgjhmoISKbhjwIdcINaUUcz9k7SmzO93GMwenhDUiO9P9VmbwCcnJlqVaciYfbxLRlLnrSNtxOQ_FEgsdLd511w32x8xan7oBmn2meJ_6zy0SMNvOi7bQ7sZuEib89cmDcIaPRjAA/s2031/unnamed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2031" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvxvDEmL7wBuvugk7wo3pmmPRAdkCpfVWrJNhQvqvZMskNwcmFYgjhmoISKbhjwIdcINaUUcz9k7SmzO93GMwenhDUiO9P9VmbwCcnJlqVaciYfbxLRlLnrSNtxOQ_FEgsdLd511w32x8xan7oBmn2meJ_6zy0SMNvOi7bQ7sZuEib89cmDcIaPRjAA/s16000/unnamed.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">To my love that felt like the wind,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">It takes a lifetime to find someone to love</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">and for someone to love you.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">"She was beautiful as the wind".</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Wrenching heart, shivering hands</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">clenched in fists to hold onto you.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I can't see you. I can't touch.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">The only thing I can do, is to breathe you in one more time.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Feel your warmth before the weather change,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I love you.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Sun rays to my heart, you were so warm.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Like dandelions, you fly to me.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">It wasn't your wish to the spring, that we met.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">We met,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">because I longed for you every single day</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">since the day we first met.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I said I won't let go of your hand,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">but I remember I also said that I'll wait for you.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">This life wasn't enough for us.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">But we'll meet again.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I'll survive this one,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">and then come for you.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Wait for me.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">My calendar is still stuck at January.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">It will take some time, but I won't be too late.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">When my Spring will come, we'll meet again.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I'll find you when you are lost.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">So save my hat one more time</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">when the wind rises again.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Just like this life, we'll meet again.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I'll love you and you'll love me too.</div></span><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">This poem is inspired by the Ghibli movie, The Wind Rises. It's one of my favorite movies. I was always hesitant to watch it. I know well that I can't take love stories where people does not end up together. But this made me so overwhelmed that the moment I finished the movie, I wanted to write. </span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I wonder, with love like that can we really say there was no happy ending?</span></div>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-18603475355200427392023-01-06T00:19:00.000+05:302023-01-06T00:19:00.531+05:30How Do You Start From The Beginning?<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjO9YbB8PeqpXhzJ3Pn4suUfbdJPj4oF60R4yJ572Rqh8zqYxlDpdTTYYgX8hsVVI-WxZnDKr_wXJrSHHcF0QASdXJPNsiyAU_Gtgdpy5TeFwssFvM9p1BwycV1i59EhrB9jFQ7ecf_2-Jq0CY1lCJCnJsNEnkIBmYGSucc1A9U-ZiRpmwKohtCovYD-w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjO9YbB8PeqpXhzJ3Pn4suUfbdJPj4oF60R4yJ572Rqh8zqYxlDpdTTYYgX8hsVVI-WxZnDKr_wXJrSHHcF0QASdXJPNsiyAU_Gtgdpy5TeFwssFvM9p1BwycV1i59EhrB9jFQ7ecf_2-Jq0CY1lCJCnJsNEnkIBmYGSucc1A9U-ZiRpmwKohtCovYD-w=s16000" /></a></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;">05-01-2023 00:18</span></p><p>I remember watching Devil Wears Prada and thinking, "Ah! You can learn any work on job and then can figure things out in the way?" I remember watching Romance Is A Bonus Book and feeling reassured that if you have some skills and a wish to learn, you can make it. </p><p>I thought things were that simple. So when I left my permanent boring backend job and refused another backend job paid double, I thought I can figure things out and finally get to a job that can make me happy. Well... I don't think it's that simple anymore. </p><p>When I was young, I always wanted to be a writer. The first name of this blog was also, "Just A Wannabe Writer". Someone fed me with a lot of useless boast saying, "why do call yourself a wannabe? You write so well. You'll be a writer in no time." This year marks the 9th year since that sentence was said to me. Guess what? I am still not a writer. But as sad as that sounds, I have accepted the truth. I do not have the aptitude to be a writer. But I always wanted to be a part of publishing industry. So when I got the chance to start again, I wanted to be someone who can help writers like me. Someone who can find people like me who truly want to tell their stories their own way. And then... I applied for editorial internships. Haha. I never heard back.</p><p>When I was young, I thought I could be anything. I wanted to be a lawyer so I could help innocent people. I wanted to be a teacher so I can help children like me who couldn't fit it or have to go face to face with their traumas every day. And then I wanted to be a reporter to tell people the truth of the world. Then a writer and then finally, I realized I can be nothing so I should just try to be happy.</p><p>I failed miserably. My poems are always sad. Someone told me to publish them but I don't even know how to get it noticed. I thought of self publishing but I don't have any audience. I think of so many things and I can do nothing. I am miserable because that's just how I am.</p><p>Once upon a time in my life, I just wanted people to smile when they read my writings. And then I couldn't smile writing them. I can only write when I am overwhelmed with sadness and I think somewhere it's a good thing I am not a writer. Else, I will torture myself to write something every single day. </p><p>I often look back at my childhood and I don't know what the hell I was doing back then. I was above average at everything but perfect at none. I was proud of it back then but now I know the meaning of why my teacher's "you are okay at everything" stung so much. It was because I belonged to no place. I was everywhere but nowhere complete. I still don't know how to be.</p><p>"Aspiration is stupid. You will die at the end so why does what you wanna be in life matters?" If it doesn't why do I keep questioning myself? Why am I not content with just earning and then enjoying weekends? Why did I seek success and popularity from my writing? I still can't figure things out. And sadly, I don't even know how to. I don't even know how to end this post. But I guess it's okay.</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">킅.</p>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-35513249262308687132023-01-05T02:17:00.010+05:302023-08-28T22:12:43.794+05:30To A New Start<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-uObx6g2PTPyfr9TdcI49zlIfsSIxM9SXs7Wc5F4GeYoRqW7IsJqUbH73RDUw3lVnIu1USaAEsJqGJ9BnqG7fX6IxXoMFpTJbazks_gj70_xIqnNV6FXRRu6rWG-6DPx7qYH0mgpa7PVaeEGb-N8Uh023dDQuTfQZIgqmaenxBmIfHDcoUasvKZCWA/s1920/Blue%20Illustration%20Mountain%20Desktop%20Wallpaper.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="To A New Start | Aazaad_hu" border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-uObx6g2PTPyfr9TdcI49zlIfsSIxM9SXs7Wc5F4GeYoRqW7IsJqUbH73RDUw3lVnIu1USaAEsJqGJ9BnqG7fX6IxXoMFpTJbazks_gj70_xIqnNV6FXRRu6rWG-6DPx7qYH0mgpa7PVaeEGb-N8Uh023dDQuTfQZIgqmaenxBmIfHDcoUasvKZCWA/s16000/Blue%20Illustration%20Mountain%20Desktop%20Wallpaper.png" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;">05/01/2023 02:17 AM </span></p><p>Hi. This is Megha.</p><p>To be honest, it feels so odd to write here after such a long time. It has been more than 5 years, I think. This place started as a place where I can talk about my depression and help those who might still be suffering. I wanted people to have someone who can be the voice guiding them on how they can get out of the chamber that's filled with darkness. I wanted to be someone that I never had.</p><p>It feels odd but when I needed someone the most, I came back. I hope I can still stay here. I hope this temporary haven can still keep me safe.</p><p>When I look back at the past, so many things have changed. Earlier, I couldn't cry even when I was sad. But now I cry even when I am happy. I think I am broken somewhere but I think it's okay and I am still pretty functional. I always wanted to have my stories, my writing be read but now, I don't know. I don't know if I am lucky enough to be recognized. And I don't know if I am even good enough. However, writing saved me. So, I don't want to stop.</p><p>When I was still a teen, I dreamt big. I wanted to be famous. I wanted to be recognized. I was happy when people said I write good. It makes sense why I would be happy but it was wrong of me and I have to accept that. I always wondered how many views I had. I always wondered what people would like to read. but now, I just want to write what I feel.</p><p>I want to say something and I hope it only reaches those who can understand and perhaps feel comforted by it. When I took the name of Aazaad, all I wanted was for people to read my words, no matter how dark they were, and feel that someone gets them and they are not alone. I hope if my words from now on will reach someone, it will be to only those who need them.</p><p>Thank you for anyone who has been a part of this blog. Thank you for encouraging me when I was young. It made me feel I was good at something. Thank you for reading the stories I wrote no matter how cringe they were. Thank you if my words ever made you feel something. Thank you for being there for me.</p><p>Also, I'll start telling you all my story from now on. So let's do our introductions again.</p><p>Hi. I am Megha. Nice to meet you. :)<br /></p>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-564199810591401332021-09-09T16:10:00.003+05:302021-09-09T16:10:58.850+05:30If We Could Go Back In Time | Poetry<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wvMgcmwto7pv_jDNZGJZs3eEyTmJuyOV2k1kW-6T46GOpIKBUAui3xz4jPPYBM-ecUioeMe1nNwDY7eo0AudF8KTnH6t3X-pY87mL2him6IfYGwL3-Ql1XyvpP3mcbFt9Ae_Mev2U7qY/s750/My+love+is+a+curse+to+us.+I+was+so+scared+to+not+have+you+that+when+you+came+close%252C+I+pulled+you+in+the+chambers+and+locked+out+the+room.+%25281%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="750" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wvMgcmwto7pv_jDNZGJZs3eEyTmJuyOV2k1kW-6T46GOpIKBUAui3xz4jPPYBM-ecUioeMe1nNwDY7eo0AudF8KTnH6t3X-pY87mL2him6IfYGwL3-Ql1XyvpP3mcbFt9Ae_Mev2U7qY/s16000/My+love+is+a+curse+to+us.+I+was+so+scared+to+not+have+you+that+when+you+came+close%252C+I+pulled+you+in+the+chambers+and+locked+out+the+room.+%25281%2529.png" title="If We Could Go Back In Time" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;">Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@purzlbaum?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Claudio Schwarz</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/reaching-out?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">If we could go back in time,</div><div style="text-align: center;">What was the exact moment where it all started?</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">When should I have hold on to my hand?</div><div style="text-align: center;">When should I have let go?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But what if,</div><div style="text-align: center;">what if nothing had changed even then?</div><div style="text-align: center;">What if all of it does</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the butterfly effect will only bring chaos?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When did I forget who I am?</div><div style="text-align: center;">When did I lose myself?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am running ever since my eyes saw where I was.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every side I run, I always hit a wall.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am cornered even when I can see</div><div style="text-align: center;">a whole vast universe in front of me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why? Why can't I cross over?</div><div style="text-align: center;">A single string is the difference between</div><div style="text-align: center;">hope and despair.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And yet, I can't cross it because I don't know how to.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But I can't give up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't give up on my dreams.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought I know this now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But perhaps, I don't even know myself anymore.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I need me. I need to break this wall.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I need to go to the other side.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi149vIVQYBlCMNeyjSDun_rOcL3PMrj62XMsR0lm0h4n7U2VHT2SMsp5NUSh5fzN2FN0OOPffEITzamQTr12qSOrn0szOHLGrj1KZTmXbb17AisLlR16SL7kY7iGKTop-CpgvTSx0h6lHP/s2048/PicsArt_06-27-06.30.43.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1670" data-original-width="2048" height="55" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi149vIVQYBlCMNeyjSDun_rOcL3PMrj62XMsR0lm0h4n7U2VHT2SMsp5NUSh5fzN2FN0OOPffEITzamQTr12qSOrn0szOHLGrj1KZTmXbb17AisLlR16SL7kY7iGKTop-CpgvTSx0h6lHP/w67-h55/PicsArt_06-27-06.30.43.png" width="67" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Find me on <a href="https://www.instagram.com/aazaad_hu/" target="_blank">Instagram @Aazaad_hu</a></span></div>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-12213081697618635952021-06-15T20:53:00.004+05:302021-06-15T20:53:45.540+05:30A Prisoner | Poetry<p><a href="#" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="750" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDUtsZFTDbTVOpmQcYAlTbGzKfMZxYkw_fG8mYh_ska_apooy8pBkc6X5wOX95PegF2OX8yAV8TOoxQljcovJ4kJZj3bC6as098wLThEYrTe8eRGGZqg3DsuNc-2bvcFZDFyjXjl4K14t/s16000/My+love+is+a+curse+to+us.+I+was+so+scared+to+not+have+you+that+when+you+came+close%252C+I+pulled+you+in+the+chambers+and+locked+out+the+room..png" /></a><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">My love is a curse to us.</span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I was so scared to not have you</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">that when you came close,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I pulled you in the chambers and locked out the room.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">We parted ways</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">But I never let you go.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I never stepped out either.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">What I called love,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Were spears to our identities.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Slowly, I formed a cage around you.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I thought I was stopping you,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">But all I did was lock you in a prison.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I lost myself</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And asked you to do it too.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">So absorbed in fantasies,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">The world in my mind looked so wide and free.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I forgot to open my eyes and see</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">that you never wanted to live in my fantasy world.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I understand now.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I understand that I never wanted it too.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I am sorry.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">But can a sorry ever give back what I took from you?</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I took your freedom.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Like I took mine.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Eyes closed, the world was so beautiful.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">So beautiful but never true.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Can I fix it?</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Can I fix all that I did?</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I'll break the cage, but maybe I can't fix your wounded heart.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">So, go.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I set you free.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And then I will go,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">roaming in the woods and the places I belong.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I've set you free and now I will let myself find my freedom.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">But don't be hurt, for on some days, I know</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I'll look up in the sky and call for you.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Smile at me and wave back.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I know it's difficult but understand me.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I've let you go, but the love still stays.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Have I messed up too much?</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Can love ever bloom again?</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">It's been a long autumn,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Will spring be back</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">After the winter fades away?</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">But to be honest,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to know.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to know if this love is over,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Or when we'll meet again.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">For what is meant to happen,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">will happen some day.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">It will be what will be.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I will be what I am meant to be.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">You will be, what you wish to be.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Us, was always you and I and not just us.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I remembered too late.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I forgot who I was, all I knew was you.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And you saw it.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">If you hadn't said, I wouldn't have know.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I kept asking you to save me,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">But I should have just saved myself.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">So, I will save myself now.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And you must save you.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Our stars are aligned for us to shine.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I was never the rose on your planet.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">We were two whole stars meant to shine as bright as we could.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">내가 당신을 자유롭게 했어요.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">죄송합니다. 우리의 행복이 우리 안에 것을 이해하는 데 너무 오래 걸렸습니다.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">하지만 이제 나는 압니다.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;"><i>- Megha Sharma</i></span></span></div><p></p>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-85064116830404671492020-05-04T02:38:00.003+05:302021-06-15T21:32:34.565+05:30FIREWOOD- A Tribute To Healthcare Workers | Poetry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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They said to me-<br />
The wood burns, the ashes remains.<br />
It's dark and rust,<br />
it exists but is useless.<br />
Why do you want to be useless?<br />
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I am the wood, I answered.<br />
Ashes are what will become of me.<br />
For all I care today and right now is<br />
I will be the warmth when your day is cold.<br />
I will give life to what is about to die.<br />
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It's okay, I will burn<br />
and turn to ashes. I will be grey,<br />
But I shall ignite the fire in you.<br />
I will give life to a soul that is dead.<br />
I will melt the snow to bring that spring day again.<br />
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Inspired by the healthcare workers doing their best to save us from this pandemic.<br />
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‘When life gives you fruit, what should you do with it?’<br />
‘…Eat it?’<br />
‘Then dude, eat it or donate it if you don’t want it.’<br />
‘Huh?’<br />
‘Wifey, either take Wifey or donate her to me. Why are you wasting her? She is not that bad to be wasted. Actually no, don’t donate her to me she isn’t my type she is more of that ‘gharelu’ type and you know I am into the smoking hot types so just give her to Arun instead. Either way, he isn’t going to get any girl at least you set him up with your roommate. His soul will bless you.’<br />
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<li><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2019/05/my-dearest-aazaad-chapter-4.html">Read Previous Chapter-4</a></li>
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‘Talk for yourself man, why can’t I get girls? I can get any girl if I want. I don’t need you to set me up with someone I can get someone on my own I am just not interested in anyone as of now.’<br />
‘Really, Arun? My dearest child, can you really get a girl on your own?’<br />
‘Of course, I can get any girl I am interested in.’<br />
‘Take Wifey, then. Impress her and let’s see how capable you are. If you win you can take whatever you want from me but if you lose, you’ll be my servant for a week.’<br />
‘One day.’<br />
‘5’<br />
‘2’<br />
‘5’<br />
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Would things have been better if either one of them would have taken her from me? None of us would have gotten hurt, neither of them would have felt betrayed, neither of them would have wanted to choose the ways I chose for myself. It would have been better if they did, it would have been best if I never loved her or… met her. Probably if one of them would have had her from the very beginning, neither of us would have been as hurt as we’ve been. Neither friendships nor the hearts had to be broken.<br />
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As soon as our office hours ended we all left for our own places with a promise to be ready till 9. Nakul, as usual, was going to pick us all up. I went home thinking Aazaad was probably going to be excited to go out for the first time but when I reached home I found her note, ‘Dear Ayush, I have something to do. So don’t worry I’ll reach their on my own ’.<br />
<i>‘What is this smiley for? Is she trying to be cute or something?’</i><br />
Without wasting anymore of my time I hurried to get ready. It was exact 9.04 when I heard the car honking outside my building. '<i>I will have a fun night. I will only focus on myself tonight.' </i><br />
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‘What if Aazaad won’t come? Can I still take anything from your wardrobe?’<br />
‘If she won’t come, you’ll be my slave.’<br />
‘And why is that?’<br />
‘Isn’t it a given?’<br />
‘No. It’s not.’<br />
‘Then impress someone else.’<br />
‘Hey, Ayush! Isn’t she coming? Ah! She isn’t the party type, right?’<br />
‘Of course, she isn’t. He said it himself, she is that boring type of a girl. But those boring types are really easy, you know. You just have to say something that sounds meaningful and cheesy then play a little push and pull thing and she is all yours. I can just tell everything about a girl’s type just by looking at her once. You know that, right? I'm just that cool.’<br />
‘Hmm, I guess you can say that. But how are you so confident? You haven't seen her yet.’<br />
‘I have a sixth sense when it comes to women I can tell anything about a girl even after hearing about her too. Just that cool as I said earlier.’<br />
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If she was that easy he might not have done what he did, I might not have done what I did but because she wasn’t that easy, we both ended up doing exactly what we shouldn’t have- begging her and changing ourselves into our best and our worst.<br />
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While I and Arun were calmly sipping beer Nakul’s curiosity of proving his theory on Aazaad was hyping up level by level every single second. He kept asking me to call her and I kept refusing to do so. Why will any normal person want to get stuck up with his boring roommate on a night he is out to have fun? I did regret my decision to ask Aazaad to join our group but at that time it was the only thing I could do to repay her back. Somewhere inside me, I was really hoping for her to not show up. But things never go as you plan. My phone rang up ‘Aazaad calling’ it said. With a heavy heart, I picked it up and answered ‘Hello?’<br />
‘I’m here. Can’t find you, where are you? Oh, wait! I think I found you.’ Before I could reply to any of that the call got disconnected.<br />
‘She is here.’<br />
Listening to my words Nakul suddenly jumped in front of me, the guy was too excited to see a boring girl at a club than a sexy one. It was a first.<br />
‘Is she? Where is she? Is she coming here, to us?’<br />
‘Why are you so excited? I thought she isn’t your type.’<br />
‘That’s why I am excited. I have never been friends with any such girl, I haven’t even spent much time with any of them. It’s new to me, I am just curious to see what kind of simple boring type girl is ready to live with a guy she doesn’t even know about.’<br />
‘I thought you have dated every girl in this city.’<br />
‘Not the…’<br />
‘Excuse me?’ The voice was familiar, but it was difficult for me to calculate who it was. Nakul turned around and replied, ‘Hey beautiful, give me a second I’ll just get back to you.’<br />
‘Sorry? Do we know each other? I don’t think we do.’<br />
‘Ah? Are you trying to play hard to get? Don’t you think it’s not possible to do it now since you’ve already walked up to me on your own? You don’t have to do all this, usually, I don’t talk to a girl this easily but since you are trying to make an effort, I will. Give me a second, love.’<br />
Laughing to his words, the woman answered, ‘I am sorry, but I wasn’t trying to make an effort and approach you. I actually don’t even know you. It’s just that you were in my way.’ Though I was unable to see her face, I was sure the voice was of someone I knew, someone who was close to me.<br />
‘Okay sweetie whatever you say, tell me what do you want? I’ll give you my time so don’t act like this, it’s getting on my nerves now. It might work on other guys but I like women who are straightforward. All this story making and playing won’t take you anywhere. So try it, be straightforward and say what you want? Wanna go and have a dance or should I buy you a drink and give you my number? What is it?’<br />
‘How about you take two steps to the left? I actually came to...’<br />
‘Aazaad?’<br />
‘Huh?’ Nakul gave me a confused look and I myself was surprised. She looked… she looked beautiful. Seeing her in trousers and oversized T-shirts I never tried to imagine how she’d look in a dress. For a certain moment, I thought I was dreaming but I wasn’t. I never even knew she had such great curves. Thankfully for her black fitted dress, I actually got the chance to see how she looked dressed up. It was far from what I imagined.<br />
‘Y-you look nice.’ Was I being too awkward? Yes, I was. One day you go to a party and realize the person you ignored thinking it was a frog, turned into a princess without even your kiss. How would you feel? I felt wronged. It was disappointing.<br />
‘Thank you. You look nice yourself.’<br />
‘She is- she is her? She is Aazaad?’ When I looked at Nakul I realized that if I was surprised to see Aazaad, he was in a shock. ‘You are Aazaad? But you look- you look hot!’<br />
‘Uhm? Thank you? Is he your friend, Ayush?’<br />
‘Ayush, are you sure she is Aazaad? But you said she is the boring type? This girl, she is my style. You brought someone else, haven’t you?’<br />
‘Are you crazy? I didn’t say anything like that honestly.’ My eyes scanned onto Arun who was carefully trying to escape from our side. Maybe he already knew about his defeat. ‘And yes, this is my friend Nakul and he is Arun. Sorry, they lack manners a little.’<br />
‘What do you mean we lack manners? She just… she is different from what you said about her. Hey Aazaad, you don’t really do all that what he says right? I mean, taking care of him and stuff?’<br />
‘What do you mean? Be specific, its okay.’<br />
‘All that making food for him and all that.’<br />
‘I do that.’<br />
‘You do? And what about writing? You are a freelance writer, right?’<br />
‘Yes, I am.’<br />
‘Are you kidding me? What kind of girl stays at her home all the time read books, write, takes care of someone she doesn’t know and looks like this? What kind of hot girl behaves like this?’<br />
‘Well, aren’t you too judgmental? It’s not necessary for everyone to be the same. Like people may take you for a guy who enjoys drinking and has fun in life. I am taking for you as someone who is trying to hide his problems behind this cool boy facade.’ The smile on her face was provoking and what she said was totally uncalled for. Why was it? What did it mean? Did they know each other already? Neither I nor Arun could understand her statement but Nakul’s expressions were changed. It was like he was ridiculed by what Aazaad said but why was he feeling all that? She didn’t even know him enough to say anything that could hurt him, she didn’t know who he was and how could there ever be problems in the life of a rich guy who is dating someone new every single day? Her statement itself was uncalled for, his reaction was confusing too it was difficult to grasp a hold of the situation but I wish I would have had that day. Maybe things would have turned into something else or maybe… I at least have had the same friend I once had, today too.<br />
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‘What do you mean?’ Nakul forced a smile.<br />
Aazaad didn’t answer anything to his question and replied only with the same smile. They both were looking at each other with an intensity hard to explain, the look in Nakul’s eyes said something completely different from his face. His eyes showed that he was enraged while Aazaad, she was just giving her usual smile. I would have let them carry on their staring competition for some more time but it was already getting too uncomfortable for me and Arun.<br />
‘Okay then, who wanna have a drink?’ I tried to break the ice.<br />
‘I think I have to take this call. You guys continue.’ With that Aazaad left us and in a blink of an eye, she just disappeared. Neither of us said anything, mostly because we didn’t want Nakul to get angry again. But just when I thought I should ask, my phone rang too.<br />
‘Hello?’<br />
‘Where are you? What is all this noise?’ Without even checking whose call it was, I picked up the phone and the luck was definitely not on my side that day, it was my mother’s call.<br />
‘Oh mom, I-I was in an office party. Give me a second.’ I ran out as fast as I could and in the way my eyes caught her in a corner talking to someone standing behind a car. ‘She has friends? But she said she didn’t.’ I thought but then left the place to find a quiet corner.<br />
‘Yes, mom.’<br />
‘We are at the New Delhi station. Where did you say you live?’<br />
‘Wha-what? Where are you? What are you doing in Delhi? Also, I live in Gurgaon but just why are you guys here?’<br />
‘We wanted to surprise you. It’s your birthday next week so we thought we should come by and surprise you. You don’t even call us anymore.’<br />
It was a disaster. Surprise? It was more of a shock. I had no clue what I should do and what will I tell my parents about Aazaad. I was freaking out but somehow a stupid idea struck my brain. Maybe it was all led by my foolishness all along. From moving into the home knowing that there was a girl living as my roommate, to sending that same girl to my friend’s house, my foolish brain made our lives take the wrong turn to the endless dark road. If I would have thought wisely once, maybe things wouldn’t have become so difficult.<br />
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‘Arun, where’s Nakul?’<br />
‘He left a few minutes after you. He said he wanted to have a smoke. Why? Didn’t you see him on your way?’<br />
‘No. Where is he? I need to ask him for a favor. I don’t know what to do.’ I was freaking out. Was it even alright to ask Nakul to let Aazaad stay with him? Will Aazaad even agree to help me? What if she won’t go? She also pays her part of the rent, why will she leave the house just because my parents are coming? What will I tell my parents?<br />
‘There they are. What are they both doing together?’<br />
‘Nakul bro, Aazaad, I have a favor to ask you both for. Aazaad can you stay at Nakul’s place for some days? Or any other friend’s home but you said you don’t have friends so… Nakul, please. My parents just called and said they are here, waiting for me at the railway station. I can’t tell them I live with a girl. Please. Please. Please do me this favor and I will do whatever you ask me for. I’ll do anything. Please, Nakul. Please, Aazaad.’<br />
‘Anything?’ Nakul asked with an evil smirk while Aazaad just watched me silently.<br />
‘Yes, anything. Just do me this favor.’<br />
‘Ok well, I have no problem I live alone anyway. Though I don’t like her I guess I can manage for some days.’<br />
‘I’m fine too but how many days?’<br />
‘I’m not sure. I am sorry but it all is so sudden I can’t even understand what is happening exactly but ugh! I’ll tell you once I’ll find out. I am so so sorry.’<br />
‘Don’t you have to pick up your parents? Do they know where you live? I can come to pick them up with you.’ Nakul said.<br />
‘Oh yeah, I forgot, thanks for the help ma-’<br />
‘Nakul should come with me so that I can collect my stuff. And Ayush can take a cab and pick his parents up. By the time he will be back we’ll be done.’ I was amazed, I told her to move into a man’s house whom she has met just today and she without saying anything, accepted it and all the more she was helping me instead of saying ‘they are your parents it’s not my headache’. But I guess that’s just how she was. And anyhow she was living with a guy anyway.<br />
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With farewells and apologies, I booked a cab for myself and that’s when we all parted. <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">My first month in Gurgaon passed with me avoiding Aazaad more than focusing on my work or living as a matter of fact. Living under the same roof in the same house with a girl was something I thought I’ll only do once I’ll get married. But there I was, living with a girl who seemed to do nothing but stay inside the house and watch TV. A girl who’ll walk up to me saying ‘Oh! You are here,’ every day I came back home from work like I wasn’t just her housemate but her husband. I just couldn’t understand her, she was all sort of weird. How could she be so friendly with a guy she had never met or hadn't even talked properly ever since the first day? And to be honest, we didn’t even talk enough on that day either since I slept in the first ten minutes of the conversation.<o:p></o:p></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><ul><li><span style="text-indent: 0in;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2019/04/my-dearest-aazaad-chapter-3.html">Read Previous Chapter-3</a></span></li>
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</ul></blockquote><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">The only reason I was staying with her was that I couldn’t trouble my parents anymore neither could I afford to leave the advance I paid for that apartment.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">But yes, on the other hand, she wasn’t all that bad nor was her “too extra” hospitality. She never asked me to work and she always prepared the dinner and breakfast for me. She was pretty much the best roommate one could get. Also, thanks to her I became so busy in planning and learning excuses to not to have to eat with her, I became too busy to think about Radhika even in my free time. But it was still so awkward for me. Why was she doing all that?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I often drifted to my bed with the thought- <i>Is she the type of girl people call “easy”? Or maybe she… likes me or… she is that friends-with-benefits kind of person.</i> Whichever kind she was, I was stiff on my decision- maintain a proper distance from her. She was in every way, the type of girl my parents told me to stay away from and specifically addressed that I will find everywhere in big cities. She was the cunning type, the type that looks so sweet but they have inner motives. They are all attractive and sweet outside but very dangerous inside. The ones who confuse you to think something and do something else. I was a little afraid of her, I won’t lie. I was suddenly left to live on my own in my own way, I was left to make decisions for myself after literally listening and following my parents’ plan for all the past twenty-six years that I lived. I had all the reasons to be afraid, not just from her but from every single thing.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Every single morning of mine in that house would start with loud music and her voice. She completely got me convinced that she had a very good learning power because she literally remembered every single wording of all the songs she had in her playlist. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Her early morning sing-alongs were like punishment for not being rich enough to be able to afford another apartment. She became that annoying alarm whose voice is so painful and so irritating that you want to grab it and throw it in a corner of the room so it will never work again. Sadly, she was a human and so I couldn’t do such a thing to her. I did many times thought of asking her to stop the nonsense or lower the volume but then I always stopped myself because doing it would only result in having a conversation with her. I always maintained a particular distance so I never had to actually engage in a conversation, I never even insisted on watching TV or anything in fact, because the farther I was from her the safer I felt inside my home, our home. My routine was basically- wake up, eat the breakfast she has prepared, go office and do whatever I want then repeat the whole morning routine, go back home, have dinner she has prepared, rush to my room and then finally, sleep in my bed. For the whole two weeks, this was all I did.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">About work, it wasn’t something I had to put too much efforts in. I was alright like I said earlier, an average kid + average life + above average marks= my whole life. I wasn’t someone who was too bad at his work so nobody hated me neither was I too good that someone will envy me. I was just there with all the other people who were there too.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Oh, babe! Do come back soon. I’ll be waiting for you with dinner and then we can…’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Stop it, seriously. How can you do the same joke every single day, Nakul?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘It’s my specialty. How’s Wifey? What song did she wake you up with today?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I don’t even know. I am just on turn off mode at home. My senses work only in the night when she is sleeping in her room. Other than that, I am always on the turn off mode.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Then turn on, dude. She can’t be that bad that you aren’t even a little interested in her even when she is giving you all the advantage in the world. Are you gay or something? Wait, are you…’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Dude!’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Impotent?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Even if I am then doesn’t it mean it’s an advantage? No problem with the whole pregnancy thing? There is at least some benefit to that as well.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘That’s exactly what I wanted to say.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Just what is wrong with you though? Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you, Nakul? How did I even end up being friends with someone like you?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What do you mean how we ended up being friends? I am so charming that you wanted to be one. After all, I am absolute perfection.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Yes, yes.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Let me introduce my two best friends, since, after me and Aazaad they hold the most importance in this story of my life. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Nakul Bhardwaj- The him, in this story of him, her and I. The rich stud. If there is one thing that I’ve learned about people after coming to Gurgaon was that there really are thousands of types of people in the world. The good ones, the bad ones, the friendly ones, the introvert ones like myself and lastly the weird ones- the category that was highly attracted to me. These people took me under their clutches like I was their prey. They hunted me down with friendliness, comfort and in Aazaad’s case, by advance rent.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Nakul is rich, was a total stud and a Casanova. All in whole a complete bad boy type, even if he claims to not be one. I mean, all the girls he ever dated, barely lasted the time period of four days and even that itself has happened only twice. He was pretty much the kind of a guy almost every small towner think big city guys are like- tall, good-looking, cunning and a womanizer. But that’s how he was to women, to us, his bros he still was a… a womanizer. At the beginning of my new life when my introvert self, made me a complete loner he was the only person who decided to make his crazy-self enter into my house of solitary. Of course, that doesn’t change the fact that he was a Casanova and play with people but to me and Arun both, he was our best friend and we knew it well that he could probably do anything for us.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Arun, on the other hand, was someone I felt was a lot similar to how I was. He was tall too, he had the same height Nakul had but unlike Nakul he never made fun of me for being short- I mean I was 5’8 when they were 5’10, it wasn’t even that big of a difference. But other than that one factor, Arun was pretty much like me, average. He was somewhat in the middle when it came to looks. I had a stomach, Arun had a little belly and Nakul, well… had abs. I was a bit tanned, Arun was whitish and Nakul, obviously, had a fair complexion. But there was one thing where Arun lacked, where my and Nakul’s brain were like a sponges that could absorb everything in it, Arun’s brain was more like those Parle-G biscuits which if you dip in the tea for more than 5 seconds, will eventually won’t be able to take all that moisture and decide to dive in your tea by itself. Knowledge and perfection in work, were more of my thing in our group.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Hey! I have to be somewhere today. So I won’t be home when you’ll be back. Just wanted to let you know. I’ll be late.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Someone named ANNOYING CLOCK has messaged you.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Wait, why are you reading my messages? Give me my phone, Nakul.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Wait. Is it… it's Wifey, right? Arun, dude come here Wifey has messaged Ayush. Look! Look!’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">When you have a bunch of lunatic friends and they know you have a lunatic roommate, they keep planning to do something that can turn you into a lunatic too. But this time it wasn’t just planning, it was a real thing, they had my phone and they read her message. The grin on both of their faces and the devilish look in their eyes was terrifying me. I hardly ever managed to look her in the eyes after the whole incident that happened on the very first day, I couldn’t afford to get in trouble again.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Give me my phone, both of you.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Arun, run!’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Nakul, please. You know what happened last time. Please, please don’t do this.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Catch me if you can.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Chasing both of them I realized that I was wrong in ranking the list of all the crazy people in my life. Aazaad lost her first position to both of them. We were officially announced as the three idiots of our team, perhaps, the whole office that day. All three of us were piled over each other on the ground with Arun tightly holding the phone under both Nakul and me. While Nakul was guarding him against my punches.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Hello? Is anyone there? Ayush, are you alright? Can you hear me?’ The voice came from the phone. The whole room was in silence. ‘Hah! It was a girl, I knew!’ I looked back seeing my Team Leader boasting in front of others.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I was so embarrassed that I could feel myself burning. I couldn’t figure out what was more embarrassing- Aazaad attending the call or everyone in my office laughing at me. To be honest, it was the second option.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Ayush? Is everything okay?’ The voice asked again.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Idiot! The speaker is on.’ Nakul whispered to Arun but at that point, there really wasn’t a use of turning it off. My respect was already sunk deep in the ocean. But I thought that too early because they could still see the scope.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Wifey! Ayush’s wife Aazaad called.’ Arun announced.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">The place suddenly turned into a beehive that’s been disturbed by a pebble, everybody was laughing and talking about me.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Sorry?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Ayush why aren’t you talking to her? Dude didn’t you call her saying you will confess your love for her? Then what is wrong with you now?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Abruptly, the whole chase ended and Nakul along with Arun were standing on their feet. Nakul threw the phone at me and I had no idea what to do so I immediately cut the call and put the phone in my pocket.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What is wrong with you two?’ I asked in anger but all they gave me was an unapologetic giggle.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Were you going to propose your girlfriend, Ayush?’ My remaining confidence sank with my previously sunk respect the moment I heard the voice.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘No. No. No, Kaira. They just called someone from my phone and did this all. Seriously. It was nothing. Just a joke.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘But, she seemed like she was concerned about you. She cares about you.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What? No! She is just my stupid housemate who I am stuck with. She is just… just weird. It’s nothing like you are thinking.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘You are stuck with her?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘It’s a long story. But there really is nothing going on between us.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">The only girl I liked in the whole office was looking at me with doubt in her eyes. I couldn’t just let her believe the whole nonsense, yes, I shouldn’t have had said something bad about Aazaad but it wasn’t a lie. It was all the truth. I convinced myself that it was alright but I still was a little ashamed by whatever that happened with Aazaad too.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘At the end of the day, I have to be around her. I should say sorry to her at least.’ I told myself and took my phone out of my pocket. The moment I looked at my phone, I was left petrified.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Call disconnected’, it said. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Of all that was remaining of that day, the only thing I did was to look at the screen of my phone and curse myself. All this time while I was explaining that she was a crazy person to everyone, she was listening to everything. <i>How can I just go and show her my face and act as nothing happened? How shameless will she think I am if I will just go home and stand in front of her? What will I do?</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Ugh! What do I do now?’ I cried out loud.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What is it?’ Arun asked from his cube beside mine.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘She listened to everything I said, you fool!’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Haven’t you explained everything to her already? She seemed quite convinced. What’s the problem now?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Not Kaira, you stupid. Aazaad listened to everything.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Everybody knows that. We heard her too. Chillax, it was nothing.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What? Everybody heard that I called her my crazy roommate?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What?’ Nakul peeked from behind Arun’s cube.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What, what? It was your fault. In fact, both of you are at a fault.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘She heard everything you said to Kaira?’ Arun asked. It was difficult to explain his expressions, was it concern or was it amusement? Because he looked like he was going to burst into laughter at any moment.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘No ways! You are dead. Man, Wifey is going to kill you.’ Nakul snickered, stepping beside Arun’s chair.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Come here, you. It was all your fault.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I stood up in anger but he surrendered right before I could even touch him. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘You know what? Have dinner with us and then go home. Once you enter the place, just go to your room straight and pretend like you are asleep. Don’t wake up even if she calls for you. Just don’t.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What if she’ll catch me before I’ll enter the room?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Didn’t she text you that she’ll be late?’ Arun pointed towards the phone.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I immediately opened the messages and read her message out loud.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Hallelujah! You are safe. You owe us a drink for our precious help.’ Nakul said proudly.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘You’re an ass. Get lost!’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;">***<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Though I was aware she wasn’t home, I was still being extra careful. My conscience was continuously trying to wake up the feelings of fear which I was trying to compress by an awkward smile. As soon as I opened the door, I peeked into the living room, it was empty. I finally sighed with relief.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I’ll never do something like this again. Or at least make sure I’ll check my phone next time I say something like that. How was the call not cut? I remember… Ah! I must’ve turned the speaker off instead of ending the call. I am so stupid.’ I settled on the sofa, stretching my arms and legs. Even though I already had my dinner with Nakul and Arun, I was still hungry. Living with Aazaad I never really realized that I became all the more habitual of home-cooked food than before. I was happy thinking I’ll no longer be needing to eat the boring home food and can eat anything I wanted to when I was leaving home but then Aazaad cooked for me every day that I didn’t realize I was still eating home-cooked meals.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What will I do if she’ll leave the house after today’s incident? I’ll starve to death.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Here,’ I was frozen, I couldn’t even look back. <i>Did she hear everything?</i> She came and sat beside me with two china plates in her hands. ‘Here is your food. Sorry but I overheard that you were hungry.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Red and embarrassed. I took the plate from her hand and put it on the table in front of us.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Aazaad, I am sorry about today. I can explain.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Go on. Explain.’ She smirked.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I was surprised by the expressions but I decided to get the burden down from my shoulders before she could misunderstand the situation. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Actually, my friends read your message and there was a misunderstanding. They were teasing me and then he called and said all that. And…’ Somehow the words weren’t coming out of my mouth. I was already feeling too shameless to confess everything for my sake instead of hers and on top of that all, she was just smiling and listening to everything I did, so calmly.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘And? Everybody heard it all and thought I am your girlfriend. And then, the girl you really would like to have as your girlfriend asked you about me. So you told her I am your crazy roommate, right? To save yourself. But you didn’t mean it. Is that what you are trying to say?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">For twenty whole seconds, I was only looking at her face in amazement, she was always so weird. <i>Why isn’t she angry?</i> The thought bobbled inside my head several times in those twenty seconds.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Yes, but… aren’t you-you angry?’ She immediately put her eyes back on the TV. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Nope!’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Why do you keep forgiving me for everything? And just why are you like this? All nice and… weird?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I wasn’t even aware that I said my thoughts out loud till the time she started answering them.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Didn’t you tell me that you’ll look at me as a sister? Doesn’t brothers usually do such things?’ She said it so coolly looking straight into my eyes that for a split second I felt bad that she only thought of me as a brother and nothing else. Then I remembered, it was me who said it to her. I was relieved but a little hurt which back then, I couldn’t exactly place why. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Ah yes! I said it. Oh shit! I thought you- how foolish of me seriously. I thought you like me.’ I said laughing.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Maybe.’ She smiled and walked up to the kitchen without saying anything.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">My mouth was open, I was dumbstruck and unable to assemble anything that I was seeing, hearing or had already known. Everything about that woman was a mystery to me, a mystery I wasn’t interested in solving but had to. Perhaps Sherlock Holmes himself couldn’t figure out that woman. My eyes followed her every movement, I was caught by surprise. ‘What did she just said? What did you just say?’ I mumbled a little too loudly.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">She came back from the kitchen laughing, ‘Were you happy about what I said? Why? Have you started liking me? What your friends were saying was true then?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What? No. I do whatever I say. I never go back on my words. It’s like this compulsory thing, if I’ve said something, I’ll do it. No matter what. I said I’ll look at you as a sister that means I will.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Maybe I am a little hurt. Well then shouldn’t you clean the dishes? It’s kind of like your punishment for today and all the other ones. You said you’ll do the cleaning the very first day you came but never did it.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I didn’t really remember anything regarding cleaning dishes but since I was at a fault, I didn’t argue and went straight to the kitchen. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Do you need anything?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Nope. Oh right! Didn’t you say you were going to get late? How come you were already home before I came? Where did you go?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I had a little work. It finished early so I came back.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Aazaad.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Hm?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘You don’t go out much. Why?’ It was a question that was bothering me from the very beginning. She was nice and sweet but I couldn’t ignore the fact that I actually didn’t know anything about her. What she did, where she was from, even her last name, I knew nothing.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Don’t people need friends to go out? I don’t have any. Since I am a freelance writer, my profession doesn’t push me to go out much either so I don't even get to meet many people so… you know.’ <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I felt bad for her. Maybe this was why she was so friendly and caring toward me. Who I thought was a cunning witch, was actually a lonely child. The burden came back on my shoulders, ‘<i>I didn’t even have either dinner or breakfast with her for once, even when she asked me so many times. Why am I such a bad person?’</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Hey, want to go out with me and my friends tomorrow? There’s a club my friend Nakul was telling me about. I don’t remember the name but we’ll pick you up tomorrow. What say? I don’t have many friends either but those two are really nice. And I’ll be there so you can trust me. Though, I’d still suggest you to not to drink too much for your own safety and comfort.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I don’t drink at all. Don’t worry.’ With that, she didn’t say anything else, she just happily walked to her room and chimed a ‘good night, Ayush’ before she closed the door of her room. Seeing her so happy, I was actually really proud of myself. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">This was one of the first wrong decision that I made from many others that I was about to make. I didn’t know it then but now I know, if I wouldn’t have asked her to join us that day, my life wouldn’t have been this twisted. It was the first of the many big mistakes that I was going to commit in the future. If only, I wouldn’t have done what I did that day, I might have been saved but then… I did it. I messed things up. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;">***<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">It was 5 in the morning when my phone rang and as usual, I rejected it without even looking at the screen. Ever since Radhika, I always resisted picking up any of the phone calls in the morning.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Days after our marriage broke she used to call me up even before the sun rose, ‘<i>I am sorry,</i>’ she always said. ‘Sorry, I woke you up so soon. I couldn’t sleep so I thought I should call someone since Tarun was asleep, nobody else came to my mind but you so I don’t know how and why I just dialed your number. Can we talk?’ ‘<i>No, we can’t,</i>’ was what I wanted to say but ‘sure,’ was what I ended up saying every time. I asked myself so many times, <i>isn’t she being too greedy? Pretending like nothing happened when so much has</i>. But I still picked up her calls every time.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">She called me up several times, every single day I woke up by her voice just like how I used to before our marriage correction, ‘almost-marriage’ happened but there was always this one major difference, earlier it made me happy but after our marriage, it only left me feeling somewhat aching. It always felt like something was broken inside me, what? My heart, perhaps.<o:p></o:p></div><br />
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<div><h3 style="text-align: center;">New chapter updates on Saturday and Sunday.</h3></div>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-73640117959315150982019-04-27T16:03:00.003+05:302020-04-10T15:02:16.423+05:30Chapter-3 | My Dearest Aazaad. <img alt="CHAPTER-3 | My Dearest Aazaad | A Bucket Full of Life" border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciXArPxiA7qQoE_iLeXh1fExtuI699gOP6JZlsRMtKgzQtEt2gINib4em3oKDrYMYggdYawB3S8BuOvabYRd_V09U5Bx5TKShZuoj8mKLQxaxmgyPzqMg025CrKwAb-RUZrWu3AOwwZMV/s1600/Aazaad....jpg" style="text-align: center;" title="CHAPTER-3 | My Dearest Aazaad | A Bucket Full of Life" /><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Someone once said to me, ‘It’s the darkest under the light’. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>25th October 2014</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">The moment I stepped out of the train, I could hear my heart pounding. It was so fast that if it could, it would just jump out and reach my apartment before me. From my walk to my behavior, my overall personality was highly jumbled between the feelings of excitement and fear. So I settled for the last resort, I dropped all my feelings with my bag in the back seat of the taxi and sat in front with the driver. The least I could do for myself was try to be friendly with everyone I see or meet. Living in a fast-paced city where people were way too modern than my expectations, was clutching my neck slowly making me gasp. I was just a small towner in a big city.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Observed into my thoughts during the whole journey I was finally brought back to reality by the driver’s voice. I quickly paid and made my way to my room on the second floor of the building, ‘Flat no. 34’.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="text-indent: 0in;">I failed to do what I planned in the very first hour of my time in this big city. Sarcastically, I patted my back and commented: ‘Well done, Mr. Ayush Sharma. You have officially failed your first mission within the very first hour of your “so-called new life”.’</span><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><ul><li><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2019/04/my-dearest-aazaad-chapter-2.html" style="text-indent: 0in;">Read Chapter-2</a></li>
<li><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2019/04/my-dearest-aazaad-preface.html"><span style="text-indent: 0in;">Read Preface</span> and Chapter-1</a></li>
</ul></blockquote></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I wonder if this sarcasm was the result of me trying to act cool in a city full of cool people or a side effect of having a broken marriage along with a broken heart. Well, though I wasn’t sure of the reason, there was one thing that I was absolutely certain about, I was behaving really weird that day.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">In no time, I was standing in front of the apartment door when I heard a voice from inside the house and it suddenly clicked my mind- <i>I have a roommate, how can I forget that?</i> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I pressed the doorbell. Nobody answered. So, I pressed it again but there was again no reply. Suddenly some stupid ideas casually started strolling inside my head and I was alarmed out of nowhere- <i>what if there is a thief inside? What if, if there is a criminal?</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I pressed the bell again and tried to hear any voices coming from inside so I could know what was happening behind the door. It was a woman; I could hear her voice but there wasn’t a single thing that I could understand. ‘So my roommate perhaps is a player?’ I was being judgmental but I was also sure that my judgment was accurate.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Hearing the voices I was sure it was someone moaning. It felt quite gross thinking about what could have been happening inside the room but I kept trying to control the kite of my thoughts from flowing away any farther in the sky of my illogical suspicions. I admit I watched and read a lot of Sherlock Holmes stories but in no way was this the appropriate timing to put my lessons into action. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Don’t. Just don’t think anything. It’s alright. At least be nice to your roommate that’s the only way you can survive peacefully here. Just don’t…’ the door opened and a woman in nothing but a white wrinkled shirt was in front of my eyes. <i>No. No. No. Don’t… don’t think anything. Don’t even fantasize. Please. Please.</i> I was desperately trying to control both my expressions and my thoughts.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">The woman kept looking at me in doubt as I stood in front of her with my mouth half open and my eyes wide.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Who-Who are you? And why were you leaning on my door? Did you press the bell?’ She seemed suspicious and now that I recall it, the Aazaad I saw on the first day at our first meeting was almost completely different than the Aazaad I lived with. How? I don’t know but the difference in her tone during our first conversation to all the other ones that we had in the future, makes it almost impossible to believe that I was living with the same person. If it wasn’t for just that one day, I probably would have felt that I was being pranked by some evil twins.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I-I am Saurav’s new roommate,’ I answered putting my bagpack on my suitcase.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Oh! You are here. Come on in. Should I help you with the luggage?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I couldn’t let her help me. Just couldn’t. I was afraid of what I might see or notice unintentionally. ‘I can do it. Please. Thank you for asking.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">She didn’t respond and just walked inside some other room. I expected that she left to tell Saurav of my arrival but instead she entered the living room with a glass of water and sat in front of me on the chair opposite to mine.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘So… nice to meet you, roomie.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I literally choked on my water hearing the word “roomie” from her mouth. <i>Am I going to live with both of them? You mean, I will be needing to live with Saurav and his girlfriend under the same roof? While they’ll be doing stuff, I will be living in this house? What did I put myself into? First a broken marriage now a horny couple living in the room next to mine. Did I got cursed or something?</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Are you alright?’ She asked.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Ye-Yes. Saurav? Where is Saurav?’ All that which came into my mind that time was: <i>Screw them, screw the friend thing and tell this guy to make his girlfriend go away. I can’t live with people who are having sex knowing that their new housemate is going to come today. I can’t leave this matter.</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I want to talk to Saurav.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Umm… Saurav doesn’t live here.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Just what does this girl think of me? I just heard you both.’ My inner-self was screaming inside. I was furious.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘You-’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Saurav left for the US this month and I live here now. He gave me the room without telling the owner. They wouldn’t have allowed me to live here if they’d known. I’d appreciate if you won’t tell them either.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Are you kidding me? He was inside. I heard the voices.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">The woman kept staring at me like she was completely unaware of what I was talking about. I was furious thinking how could they joke around like this with such a straight face when I was clearly getting angry? I stood up in anger and entered the room whose door was open. I checked everywhere even below the bed, the closet, everywhere. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘What are you doing? Are you insane? What voices are you talking about?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">How was it possible that there was no one in that room? I clearly heard the woman whisper and the sound of someone moaning. And if whatever that she was saying was the truth, then what took her so long to open the door? I had so many questions.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘If there was no one, who were you talking to? I heard you speaking to someone. And why did you take so much time to open the door? Tell me the truth, where is Saurav? I won’t judge either of you, just tell me the truth. Where is he?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Boy, are you delusional? I wasn’t talking to anyone. I was in the bathroom when I heard the bell ring so I was shouting “I am coming” from inside. Then while I was hurrying I slipped and was in pain. That was it.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Wow! Seriously. You think I’ll believe your story? You both were having sex, weren’t you? That’s what took you so long.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I realized I was wrong when she slammed the bathroom door open, the floor was wet and I was imagining too much.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Just what were you imagining?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I… I am sorry. I thought… I am really sorry. I didn’t know that you are my roommate I was expecting Saurav then I heard your voice and my mind was just… it just started imagining all kind of weird things. I am sorry, really I am from a small town so it just happened.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘So? You are from a small town, so? Is that even an excuse? And just what were you imagining? Gosh seriously! Disgusting. Next time, please don’t think and imagine anything. Just tell me or ask me before using your brain. That will be easier for both of us. Being from a small town has nothing to do with small mentality.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I am sorry. I am Ayush Sharma.’ As I gave my hand, I noticed it trembling. I was so embarrassed to even look into her eyes.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Aazaad. I am Aazaad. And it’s okay, you can look me in the eyes. Don’t be so nervous, such things happen in life but I hope they won’t, anymore. Adventure, that’s what these things are called.’ Her hands were warm maybe that was what made me feel comfortable enough to say something completely out of the context.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Will you please wear some clothes?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I could see her burst into laughter from the corners of my eyes because even though I had the guts to say something so absurd, I still was afraid to make eye contact with her. But she, I thought she might feel embarrassed by my words but nope, she was so amused that she just couldn’t stop laughing, ‘I am wearing clothes. Do you think I’ll just open the door like that? I am fine living with a guy but that doesn’t mean I am some easy girl who’ll just open up her door to a stranger without wearing clothes. There’s a lot of dignity in me.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Down.’ I couldn’t even comprehend why I was just saying all that stuff in front of someone I didn’t even know. And who was I to judge what she was wearing? But somehow everything I thought in my head turned into words.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Have you heard about the word “shorts”?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I wanted to die. I couldn’t look at myself or anyone in the world. I was that humiliated. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Sorry again.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I would like it if you will just stop imagining stuff. I am not that comfortable living with a guy who fantasies weird things that much.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I have sisters at home. I’ll think of you as a sister. I promise.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">She chuckled. And I again realized I was just speaking anything and everything without even thinking. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">Even though it was the first time I met her, I was already too comfortable to speak just anything in front of her. She was always like that, there was a sense of affability in her that made everyone just speak out things without fearing that she might judge them. There was a certain look on her face or maybe her behavior, I still can’t point out what exactly was that thing that made her who she was. But she was always so kind and always so mischievous.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I immediately hurried inside my room after the awkward conversation and arranged my stuff, she asked if I needed her help but the only thing that I didn’t need at that time was her help. I quickly unpacked, managed my things and went for a bath. I don’t exactly remember how long it took, but I was dreaming 2 or 3 minutes as soon as my back hit my bed.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;">***<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;">The time I finally opened my eyes, the room was already dark. I checked my phone, it was 10 in the night. I could hear faint voices of people laughing but I made sure I won’t jump to conclusions this time. So I carefully opened the door and the faint voices became clear enough for me to know that they were coming from the TV. She, Aazaad was sitting on the beige sofa that was facing the flat screen on the yellow wall with a plate in her hand. My stomach made noises as the smell of the food filled up my nostrils, they were sounds that I’d never heard before. I never felt hungry ever in my life for the obvious fact that I never needed to starve, my mother was always ready with food before I had to even ask.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">I never thought I would miss her on the very first day of moving out but I just did. The reason why I was happy running away from my parents was gaining freedom but when I finally got that freedom, I was homesick because I never really had even the slightest taste of independence and now that I had it, it was bitter.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">With a heavy sigh I looked at the woman in front of me but without expecting anything from her, I made my way to the kitchen and decided to make the easiest thing one can make, instant noodles.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Good morning? I just covered your plate on the kitchen counter right now, I thought you were sleeping so I didn’t disturb you. Thank God! I didn’t put the food in the fridge. It’s still warm I haven’t started eating either. Let’s eat together, it will be nice to eat with someone finally.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><i>Is this woman an angel?</i> It was surprising, why would she make food for me? And why does she wanted to eat with me? She hardly knew what kind of person I was and after the whole conversation we had in the afternoon, I was 90% sure that I came off as a pervert in front of her.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Can you not find it? Wait, I’ll come.’ She said from the living room.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘No. No. I got it.’ She made food for me, the least I could do was eat with her.<i> Since she said “finally”.</i> My sympathetic-self was asking to not overthink and just eat with her. <i>I can do at least this much as a gesture for her gratitude.</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">She patted the place beside her and asked me to join her on the sofa. I gave my affirmation with a tight smile and made sure that I’ll keep my distance but at least she was wearing a trouser this time.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I thought you’ll be tired so I decided to not to disturb you while you were sleeping. We can divide the house chores tomorrow. You can rest as much as you can for today. I’ll clean up the dishes and everything. Don’t worry.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><i>Maybe I was stupid and actually was thinking too much. Maybe she is just nice</i>, I smiled.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘I can clean up the dishes. I am quite rested, to be honest. And I’ll start work from the day after tomorrow so it’s fine.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Really? Then we can stay up all night. We can get to know each other more, it will make it easier for us to live together. We’ll feel more comfortable. By the way, your eyelashes are really long. They make your eyes look pretty even though they look kind of average.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">‘Umm? Thank you?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;">The question of why she was so interested popped up in my mind again. She was so suspicious. But I decided to just go with the flow. At the very least, I couldn’t afford to mess up with the person I had to live with.<br />
<h4 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2019/05/my-dearest-aazaad-chapter-4.html">Continue Reading Chapter 4→</a></h4></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">New chapter updates on Saturday and Sunday.</h3>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-60631284824548660842019-04-20T12:00:00.000+05:302020-04-10T15:02:49.875+05:30Chapter-2 | My Dearest Aazaad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2019/04/my-dearest-aazaad-chapter-2.html"><span id="goog_582513720"></span><img alt="CHAPTER-2 | My Dearest Aazaad | A Bucket Full of Life" border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciXArPxiA7qQoE_iLeXh1fExtuI699gOP6JZlsRMtKgzQtEt2gINib4em3oKDrYMYggdYawB3S8BuOvabYRd_V09U5Bx5TKShZuoj8mKLQxaxmgyPzqMg025CrKwAb-RUZrWu3AOwwZMV/s1600/Aazaad....jpg" title="CHAPTER-2 | My Dearest Aazaad | A Bucket Full of Life" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">1</span></b><b style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">8th September, 2014</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: inherit; text-indent: 0in;"><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">What will be the state of your mind if a day before your marriage, you receive a text from your fiancé saying: <i>‘Ayush, I am sorry. I don’t want to marry you. I can’t say no to this wedding even if I want to, I wanted to tell you everything before our engagement but I couldn’t because my parents forced me to marry you, Ayush. Please help me. Please. Only you can stop this marriage from happening.’ </i>Shocked? It’s a natural reflex, isn’t it? But as for me, I was more than shocked, I was dreaded by the ghosts of my dreams for this wedding.<br />
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</ul></blockquote></div><div class="MsoNormal">A sudden rush of blood was making my heart pump harder. Every thought, every dream of mine was swooning back and forth inside my head, I couldn’t understand how to handle all of it. What should I do? What will I tell everyone? Everyone has arrived at our house for the sake of my marriage and my marriage, it probably isn’t even going to happen. My brain was frozen and the pace of my heartbeats were slowing down. Thump-thump! Every single beat was clearly audible in my ears. It’s difficult to explain, it was like everything was happening in slow motion. As I closed my eyes, all I saw was my dreams being shattered into millions of pieces which could no longer be mended even if I tried to stick them together with the strongest of the glue. There was a huge weight on my shoulders that I couldn’t share because sharing it meant crushing everyone’s happiness just like she crushed mine. The huge rock that I placed on my heart to not feel the pain was making me unable to breathe, it was stifling me. I thought I’d die.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I was delusional, I should have always known that dreams seen from open eyes are only lies. She was a beautiful woman and it was obviously a dream because she said yes to marry someone like me. I should have known but even if I had, I know I wouldn’t have accepted it.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">My heart that used to race just by looking at her name on my phone suddenly stopped beating when I read her text, I thought everything was over. A few minutes ago, I was happy I wanted to marry her make her mine, I had all the plans and our desires sorted and then she just texted me that she didn’t want to marry me and that I should be the one to tell everyone that it was my decision to call off this wedding. Lie! I wanted to marry her. I desperately wanted to; I desperately wanted to marry her and love her till we would get old. I loved her with all my heart, the heart she broke in an instant with a text message.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Bhaiyu! What are you doing here alone? Are you talking to bhabi? Oh man! It’s just one day left for you both to get married. Once you’ll get married you won’t even get the time to enjoy, you’ll get stuck in all these family things and rituals and whatnot. Everything will start suffocating you, I am telling you Bhaiyu I’ve experienced all these things. This is the only time you can enjoy your freedom.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Raman kept speaking and the sand below my feet kept slipping from the ground burying me deeper and deeper amidst the darkness and loneliness of the world that exists below the surface. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Suffocation, he said, suffocation was exactly what I was feeling.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Bhaiyu once you’ll get married you won’t get this chance. I understand that you don’t talk much and is boring most of the times but come on, this is your only chance to live. Enjoy with everyone, we are here for you. To celebrate with you. Be free bhaiyu and fly. Just like me.’ Raman spread his hands and started fluttering them to make me laugh but I just couldn’t, maybe the reason behind my straight face was the pressure of telling everyone about everything or maybe it wasn’t, maybe Raman was right, I was boring. I was a boring guy with no fun in life maybe that was the reason why Radhika didn’t want to marry me. I was a loser.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I was locked up in the bathroom, crying, because I was scared. I never said no to anything that my parents had asked me to do but because of Radhika, I had to say no to my parents for something I really wanted to do. I kept looking at the mirror on the wall, I had to splatter the water on my face every time there was a tear in my eyes, my mother always said, ‘Good boys don’t cry’. Then how could I? But I knew I couldn’t hide everything from everyone, sooner or later, everyone was going to find out about everything anyway. I had to gather my strength and tell the truth I wish I could lie but there was no lie that could make the situation any better. There was no lie that could save my parents from feeling disappointed and me from being hurt. I couldn’t escape, I just couldn’t so I decided to face everyone and tell the truth about the whole situation.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">As I was walking towards the living room, I could hear the laughter of my cousins, mocking each other and discussing who was most likely to get married after me. In another room came the voices of all my aunts, showing off their wardrobes and jewelry. Five more steps and I reached my destination, the living room where my parents were sitting with my oldest cousin, Rahul, who was almost like a father figure to me. He was my role model.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">‘I am so happy Ayush is finally getting married. I was always scared that we won’t be able to find the right girl for her. He always stays so quiet, he never speaks up against us. He respects us more than anyone and I just really wanted him to be happy because I know there are things that bother him but he can’t tell us about them. I am so happy he is marrying Radhika.’ My mother said.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">‘I too am glad that he is happy. He doesn’t smile a lot, neither does he speak much but in the past two months, he really has changed a lot. His smile is brighter than ever, he laughs often. I am so glad my son is finally going to be happy for “real” and not just to show us. I wish he will always stay happy like this.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Suffocation; the air around me turned to smoke of expectations and it was suffocating me. Slowly, it filled my chest I couldn’t breathe. I was frozen, I couldn’t move my feet even if I wanted to. I was standing there like a statue. I tried to say that it was all a lie and that I could no longer be happy now but I couldn’t. I had no voice in my mouth, somewhere, I was glad that I didn’t. I couldn’t tell my parents, I couldn’t steal my parents’ happiness. But my conciseness kept asking me the same question, ‘<i>Will not speaking, make things better?</i>’ Not speaking was not a solution but how could I tell them all that? How could I say something like that? How could I tell everyone who came to celebrate my wedding that this wedding was just a prank that my life played on me? That the girl I loved and thought I will be spending all my life with, suddenly realized that she can’t marry me, as a matter of fact, she never wanted to marry me. Then what was all that we did together? Going out on dates, holding hands, planning future, was all of it a joke to her? She told me she wanted to stay with me then what happened now? Was it all just a big con to steal the little happiness that was left in me?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I didn’t even realize when my knees felt so weak, rejecting to carry the burden I was forcing myself to bear alone all this time. The only thing I knew was that I was staring at the clear liquid droplets shining on the floor between my shivering hands. I couldn’t feel the cold floor, the warmth of my tears or the hands of my mother which were shrugging me and her lips mouthing the words I only understood several minutes later of her asking the same question, ‘Are you alright?’, ‘No, I am not, mom. I am just not fine.’ It was all that I wanted to answer and hug her as tight as I could so I would stop feeling the pain. I wanted to cry my heart out but I couldn’t move; I couldn’t feel my legs or see clearly, I was right there but I couldn’t even hear them all. The only thing I could feel was the pain in my chest.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">By that time I already knew, it was impossible to mend the torn pieces of my heart to make it a whole again. I knew I couldn’t possibly fall in love again either. I even promised myself that I would never believe another girl. That they all just lie and play with you till the time they are winning but when the game starts to give them challenges that are difficult for them to accomplish, they just shut that game off because to them it’s that simple. It was that simple for her too. I was just a game she enjoyed all this time and now was bored of. I wanted to believe that every girl was like that and I wanted to force myself to never fall in love with anyone else but then Aazaad came into my life. And for everything I believed in, she shattered every wall I created to protect myself from her or anyone as a matter of fact. But she wasn’t different either or maybe she was. Now that I look at it, they all enjoyed toying with me until I started expecting their sincere affection for the toy. ‘<i>The difference between a human and a toy is the existence of the heart, the warmth of the skin. The feeling of love and affection’</i>- I can only laugh at myself when I think about Aazaad’s words. How come I still like her?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The marriage called off. Eventually, everyone found out that it wasn’t going to happen anymore since the bride ran off with her boyfriend because her going to be husband didn’t help her in breaking the wedding she had to do.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">‘<i>How can you be so selfish?</i>’ was Radhika's last text message to me.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Was I being selfish? Or was she the selfish one that she didn’t even realize what she did to me, my family and in fact her own family too. Her parents couldn’t even look at me in the eyes and whose fault was it? Was it mine for not calling it off and making her run from the wedding or was it her parent’s fault for making her get married to someone they believed she will stay happy with? It was her fault, all of it was. From making all of us believe in her lies to making me feel that I too could be happy without fearing people’s judgment or asking my parents’ permission. What do I do with those feelings of happiness now? What will I laugh at? Myself?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I spent enormous nights hiding my tears from my family. They did enormous efforts in bringing back the smile on my face. We all tried to act our best to behave like we have forgotten everything and we were alright but every conversation of us with our relatives always ended up with them discussing ‘that Radhika was such a wicked girl. She made her parents feel so ashamed too. Poor Ayush, I feel so bad for him.’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Somewhere in all those words, I started finding comfort. She was bad, wasn’t she? Didn’t she deserve it? Then why should I feel bad for her? I wasn’t going to, I never will. Because she deserved it. Yes, she did.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Seeing that I was probably never going to move on from all this, my parents decided to send me away from the city. Away from the people, their painful words, their concern coated taunts. They wanted to make me forget about her and have a new life. And like it’s said, to start a new journey we have to accept the mistakes we have made in the last one as a precaution to the next and so I accepted my mistake in full sanity and no guilt- ‘Yes, I did a mistake of falling in love with Radhika I accept and now it is time for me to finally move on.’ Move on and walk to my second mistake, going to Gurgaon. Leaving my hometown, my parents and moving to Gurgaon- a so-called big city which was different from my hometown Bareilly in every aspect. I was frightened, the feeling I never experienced to the fullest ever in my life, suddenly took over me. I was frightened to be embarrassed. I didn’t know what I was embarrassed about, I just was. I guess it’s like one of those things you read in stories about- you never really know it, till you experience it.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I was ashamed thinking that there was a huge possibility of me making a fool out of myself because I didn’t know the "how to" and "what to" on my own. Being a person who did everything according to a pre-planned map that was handed to him by his parents, I soon realized that this incident messed up even the smallest things in my life. It shredded the map with its sharp teeth into useless pieces of paper which I couldn’t use anymore.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I was finally started to get a little happy, I was finally ready to paint another picture, this time by my own hands. I wanted to draw it as beautifully as I could but I was missing the colors to fill it with, from the very beginning. It was just like my childhood but this time I had hope that all these resurrected feelings would fill up this picture just fine but then these colors too were taken away from me.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Maybe I was never meant to really feel happy in the first place. I was supposed to be this way, broken. Or maybe it was all a punishment because I was being greedy to wish for a happy life so this time I promised to God- I won’t dream anymore ever, just let me have a normal life. Take these memories away from me. I don’t want to dream, wish or expect. I just want to fake a smile without feeling empty inside. I am only wishing for this, just this.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was all so new to me, suddenly caring about some person then after that person is gone, acting like I don’t feel anything that I was never hurt but knowing that I truly was, was a burden I did not want to bear. Wasn’t all that something I always did? Lied about my feelings to my parents, to me, to the world. Then what was so different this time? I couldn’t think straight, I asked myself the same question every single day, every single moment but why couldn’t I ever find an answer? I really thought that it will all come naturally to me but her face, the way she smiled, the way she laughed never got out of my mind or maybe it was my heart that kept reminding me that it was the first time I fell in love and I got hurt.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">My mother’s words always made me hide my face under the blanket every night when I cried, her good boy wasn’t supposed to cry no matter how hurt he was. And so, I always made sure the pillow covers weren’t getting wet by my tears. How could I cry? How can a guy cry? Sometimes I feel it’s so unfair. That my mother is so unfair to me, why is it okay for her to cry and not for me? A look at my face when someone asked her to find another girl for me, made her eyes brink with tears but I who was there hearing everything, couldn’t even show that I was sad. Because if I did, she’d cry more. But what about my pain?<br />
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The characters of this story are kind-of too perfect. I somehow am feeling a little embarrassed introducing myself. Because when you look at it, I think I am the most ordinary one out of them all. But let’s think logically, is there a way to tell my story without introducing myself? Not really. So can I escape this embarrassing moment? Of course not.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My name is Ayush Sharma and I am a boring guy. I am working at an IT company as a software engineer and it hasn’t been too long since I completed my education with average scores from an alright university. Now you may think, ‘Ah! Another IT guy. This may be about him falling in love with someone and this and that’, but you are wrong. Why? Because though the content may sound a little similar, the story is definitely not. Someone I once knew always said this to me, ‘no two people live the same life. Just because both are scarred doesn’t mean the scar is from the same object and it definitely does not mean they both felt the same pain, they probably didn’t even get scarred at the same time.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, indeed a wise woman that I once loved said this to me but wait for it, you may probably end up hating her later. It’s a secret why.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Have you ever played those quizzes online where you are asked to choose one word that matches your personality? Believe me or not but that one question always made me feel a little special. The answer is too stupid but I have grown to become a little sarcastic now so I’ll proudly tell you the reason behind it and imagine that you all found it funny, the reason is that there is no word in all those options that can describe me. How? </div>
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It never has that one word that is the whole definition of me, average. Too average, little average, or just average, anything will work for me but the word is never there. Have you ever considered that being average may not really be that average?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Once upon a time, I was an average guy from an average middle class family with average values and absolutely no opinion of my own. To my averagely strict parents, a child who disobeys his family, is a child who is better disowned. And since this was what I was always taught, I too decided to never speak against them. But you know how you grow up and you want to do things your own way and become a cool independent person? Yeah, I was no different.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The very first time I decided to take charge of my life, was when I decided to write and opt for Arts after high school. It was the one and only dream that I ever had and so I was ready to risk it all but my parents didn’t like the idea. They didn’t even consider it. I never knew that it was that easy to break a person. Within my father’s single statement, it was clear to me that my biggest dream will only stay a dream.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It didn’t took me long to comprehend that all these seeds that held my dreams, will never grow into a plant. The stem will never branch, the flowers will never bloom and the leaves will never get to absorb the sunlight. Those seeds were never sown in a land that was fertile. They shouldn’t have been seeded in the first place.<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘There’s nothing in Arts. Why do you want to be a writer? They hardly earn anything and nobody even read stories anymore. Stop behaving like a stupid kid seriously and do engineering. There’s so much money in it. In the end, only money will help you in life and not dreams or stories.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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I learned an important lesson that day, middle-class kids aren’t supposed to dream but to only fulfill. Fulfill their responsibilities towards their parents, towards the so-called society and then towards their own families. Luckily, if you get a chance once in a year out of this hustle bustle of life, you can think about making yourself happy too. But that’s just all, those two or three days are all you can have for yourself in this long life. Every other day is basically for every other person in your life, every other person that is not you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I didn’t fight back, I studied science instead of Arts and I typed codes instead of feelings. And then again as directed by my parents, to become successful in life, I switched off my brain from feeling some certain types of emotions that could later become barrier in my life- sadness, disappointment, desire and rebellion. I knew back then too, those feelings weren’t barriers to my so called happiness but that I was constricted from feeling those emotions because if I had felt them, I’d have become a “bad son” to my parents.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I never fought with my parents, most times, it worked in my favor and so I thought that it was the most perfect type of life for me. I blended quite easily in a life of zero aspiration and ambition, I only knew how to walk the road everyone has walked, blindly, without questioning anything ever. It was all easy for me, but that’s just what I thought because destiny had something entirely different planned for me, something that changed everything I ever believed into something I wished to never come true. My perfect life was hit by a tornado and that was how it all began. It was the beginning of the story of me, her and him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>19th February 2014.</b> It’s always silent before the storm. The sky is unrealistically beautiful, the weather is unnaturally calm and everything seems to be as beautiful as a painting so when the violent winds will ruin this all, we will at least have a beautiful picture to imagine before giving up our last breath. That day too brought with it the beautiful lie before the arrival of a dreadful storm in my perfect life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘Ayush, go get ready we have to go to Verma uncle’s son’s wedding. Stop wasting your time on your laptop all the time. Wear that beige kurta that I bought for you on your birthday, you look good in it. I will be introducing you to Verma ji’s daughter. She is very beautiful. Do you remember her? Radhika? You used to play with her all the time when you both were kids.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘Radhika who? I don’t know any Radhika. And I am not meeting anyone I don’t want to get married either. Ah! Also mom, just in case you have forgotten let me remind you again that I am only twenty-six.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘What are you saying? Twenty-six is enough. I got married when I was 18. I had you when I was twenty so don’t teach me. Just shut up and get ready quickly.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘Mom, please. You guys decide everything in my life, but have I ever complained? No, right? But at least discuss these things with me. This is marriage for God’s sake! It’s not a small thing. At least let me decide this for myself. It’s my life, I deserve to decide at least my personal matters by myself. You guys have always forced me to do everything according to your choice. So for once, let me do something that I want. Have I ever complained before? Never, I even studied my ass off so you both could be satisfied with me. I never asked for anything because I had to be your “good son” but enough seriously. Marriage isn’t a joke.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘What? What is wrong with you? What are you saying right now? How dare you speak to me like that? If you say one more word, I’ll slap you on your face. Have we never sacrificed for your sake? If it wasn’t for you, why would we ever spend so much money on your education? I and your dad can live on his pension money happily. We have sacrificed so much all this time just for you. We don’t need your job, we can live without your money but we did all this just because we wanted to see you happy and stable in your life. So you can have as much money as you want. So you don’t have to sacrifice like we did. So you don’t have to think twice before doing something for your kids.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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It all shunned me for a second and I realized how cruel I was being, how stupid of me to say something like this to my mother who has walked instead of hiring a rickshaw so I could use that money to comfortably reach my school and tuitions every single day. All she wanted was for me to have a nice life and how stupid was I to tell her that she had done all this for herself. How stupid was I behaving and more than that, how stupid was I to reply her back for the first time in my entire life? How disappointed would she have felt seeing her perfect son replying her back in such a tone with such harsh words?<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘I’m-I am sorry Maa. I’ll go get ready. I was just irritated because of work pressure. Sorry.’ It was exactly how my life always was. I never spoke back so I was always expected to behave exactly the same way. But then when I tried, I was always told the big sacrifices my parents had made for me. I am not saying that they didn’t do anything for me but why was it always that their sacrifices were glorified and written in gold, framed with diamonds on every single wall of our house to remind me that I have to be thankful to them while mine were always simply ignored?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hours later, we were at the venue when my eyes caught the very first sight of her. ‘She is beautiful, Maa.’ I mumbled unable to take my eyes off of her. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever met. Radhika, her name was Radhika. And if I was even a little bit lucky, I was going to get married to her.</div>
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My mother always said that couples are made in heaven. I often wondered and asked her the obvious, ‘why were arranged marriages invented if it’s all fixed?’ She always had this conversant expression and a smile on her lips with the same old answer that she always gave, ‘somebody has to make the two meet’. But isn’t that what destiny does? The question always made me curious but now when I look back in time, my curiosity was indeed proven correct because destiny was exactly what made our paths cross. This brief encounter of our fate was the first part of the long deadly calamity that was about to hit my life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her beauty was so mesmerizing that everything I told my mother hours ago was completely out of my memory. I was struck by the cupid’s arrow. When I saw her for the first time, my eyes couldn’t stop but glimmer at every sight of her. Even if I wanted, I just couldn’t stop looking. She was beautiful and hence, I fell in love with her at the very first sight.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I remember the day it all happened very clearly. She was standing in front of me and so it was really difficult to force my senses to stop being so dreamy and imaginative inside my head, it is never a good idea to meet a girl and plan your wedding and your kid’s name in the very first meeting. But unlike my mental state, like every other sanskari guy I revved up my feelings, fixed my mannerisms and touching her parents’ feet greeted them and it was after that when we were both left alone to talk. Talking to her, I realized I was believing in the wrong notions for more than half of my life, I realized what a big lie it is that beautiful girls are dumb because she clearly wasn’t. Also, there was one more thing that I learned about myself that day- I was a complete numb-head when it came to pick-up lines. Luckily, she laughed at ‘I hope our kids will look like you’ instead of giving me awkward glares for saying something as stupid as that on our first meeting. I mean just really, who talks like that? We exchanged our numbers and momentarily gave each other shy smiles every time our eyes met. She was a great sight, I can’t deny.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Our families soon bid each other goodbyes but before leaving they had a little conversation away from us. Both I and Radhika were left alone again but to my surprise, neither of us really wanted to talk but our focus was solely on guessing what our parents were talking about. As I hoped, the news came positive. ‘Her parents loved you’, my parents informed as soon as we settled inside the car. The only formality was our yes and it was already a yes from my side, somewhere I knew it was a yes from hers too. It was my first time being in love, anyone could tell how happy I was by the smile that was plastered on my face throughout the journey. I was happy, really happy.<br />
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Dearest Aazaad,<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Have you ever tried to count the number of people you’ve met in your life? No? I figured, there must be too many. But can you at least remember hundred people out of them? Still can’t, am I right? I can’t either and why should we? They don’t matter, do they?<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>I read in an article today that there are only 15 people who are important to us out of all the people we have met in our life. Those fifteen people are the only ones who make their special place in our lives and out of them, there are only 5 who make it to our heart. Only 5 who make it to our priority list. I wonder which category you belong in. Are you one of those 15 or are you a priority in my life? I pondered over it for a thousand times. But before I could come to a conclusion, a sudden realization came over me, where do I belong in your life? Or if I was even important enough to consider. Was I ever someone you would want to keep in your memories forever or was I just a passerby like everyone else? Did you ever love me? Or was I the only one in love?<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Aazaad, two seasons have passed by and you still haven’t come back home. You left in the winter and both spring and summer have already passed, another fall is about to come. Is it still not the time to return?<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>I told you I will die if you’ll ever leave me alone and now I am dying because you left me to live by myself after promising to stay with me forever. And I’m dying because I know you are reading this and ignoring me but more than that I am dying because maybe the fact that I am dying all alone, no longer matter to you. Aazaad, I am dying because I’m afraid that you really never loved me.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>I can’t do this any longer. I can’t.</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ayush kept the laptop from his lap to the study table in front of him. ‘Say something, Aazaad.’ He mumbled desperately as he shifted his eyes from the blade to the laptop screen only to find out that there was still not even a single response to the thousands of emails that he has sent to her. He again looked at the blade in dismay and feathered his fingers on the cold steel razor whose one cut could end his life in no more than 10 minutes. The memories of his time with her flashed in front of his eyes. He opened the last drawer in his table with trembling hands. He burnt all the things she left or things that could remind him of the girl he loved that’s what his friend, Arun, thought but it never was everything, Ayush still had something that belonged to her. ‘How can I give this to a fire that doesn’t even know what these bunch of sentences mean to me? These were the last words she wrote for me, this is my last present from her.’ He leaned and searched the almost empty drawer and picked a paper that was torn in half.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Some people are meant to go. They are there just to make you smile, to make you laugh, to make you learn, to make you cry. They heal you, they teach you and then they go once there work is done. I am that person too.</i> The words scribbled on the paper said.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Then why did you cry writing this? If you were supposed to go why did you come in the first place? Is this the destiny you always told me about? Was this the plan of the almighty God? To make me vulnerable, to lead me to my death from your hands? Didn’t you say words heal people, then how come your words always pierce my heart? Just why? Why did I fall in love with you? Why did I ever meet you? Just why couldn’t I stop myself from running to you that night? Why did I stop you from leaving that night?’<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Teary eyes and with shaky hands, he was prepared to slit his wrist and end the pain and longing that he was feeling for her. But in a small corner of his heart he knew he wouldn’t be needing to do it because he had hope that as soon as Aazaad will read his last email, she will reply. She will come back. But he also knew that there was a higher chance that this email will go unnoticed like every other one. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he stood up from his chair and walked to the refrigerator to get the last can of beer left in his fridge. As he walked step by step to the big gray machine, his tears started running down from his swollen bloodshot eyes to his cheeks to the neck only to get evaporated by his body burning in fever. His hope was fading away, he was no longer afraid to die but was afraid to die not knowing where she was, not being able to see her for one last time. He smiled, she said to not to click her pictures, I was too stupid to listen to her, he thought. ‘Please come back. Please.’ He begged falling down on his knees.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">‘It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to beg, to feel weak,’ a voice whispered in his ears as he closed his eyes to clear the water. Her fingers were wiping his tears from his face. She felt warm, she felt close. She felt as if she has come back and this time, to really stay by his side forever. He smiled and said, ‘I knew you’d come’.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><h4><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><h4><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2019/04/my-dearest-aazaad-chapter-1.html">Continue Reading Chapter-1→</a></span><span style="text-indent: 0in;"> </span></h4></div></span></h4></div></div><h3 style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-size: large;">New chapter updates on Saturday and Sunday.</span></o:p></h3>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-88262600845639172762019-04-07T21:30:00.000+05:302020-04-10T15:03:58.296+05:30My Dearest Aazaad- About the story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6XjMRC3-bHDeXgh2rxwMXNXl5GT8bYHFohgnpRCZ9grZvf5DKW0hoBJurgzshATdUkNQCpG1qXro4DTbNXzKMc1mgoIVoNfB3gRrmGWr0RZmsrGrSk7SDUvfpGTsjzsTP3KYJ0com9oT/s1600/Aazaad....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="My Dearest Aazaad" border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6XjMRC3-bHDeXgh2rxwMXNXl5GT8bYHFohgnpRCZ9grZvf5DKW0hoBJurgzshATdUkNQCpG1qXro4DTbNXzKMc1mgoIVoNfB3gRrmGWr0RZmsrGrSk7SDUvfpGTsjzsTP3KYJ0com9oT/s1600/Aazaad....jpg" title="My Dearest Aazaad" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-indent: 0in;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-indent: 0in;">26 years old Ayush, moves to Gurgaon in hopes of forgetting his old life and starting everything from a fresh new beginning.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-indent: 0in;">Although, what first seemed scary slowly started becoming a comfortable. It wasn't all that difficult for a small town boy to live in a big city. He had one of the coolest guy as his best friend and the nerdiest one as his another one.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-indent: 0in;">But not everything was comfortable for him and it was all because of his roommate, Aazaad.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-indent: 0in;">Months ago when Ayush met Aazaad, all he could think about her, was how weird the girl really was. She never complained, she always smile and for God's sake, how come she live so comfortably with a guy who was an absolute stranger?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-indent: 0in;">But time changes and so does feelings. Ayush never thought that he would fall in love with a girl as strange as Aazaad. But then again, he never even thought that his best friend Nakul, a total player, the "perfect" guy will also fall in love with the same girl Ayush loved.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-indent: 0in;">Somewhat aware but still silent about acknowledging each other's feelings, the fight to have the person they love slowly starts igniting in the heart of the two best friends. But none of them is aware of what Aazaad feels about this. All they know of her is that she knows something about them even they aren't aware of.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-indent: 0in;">My dearest Aazaad is a story of two best friends, Ayush and Nakul, and their journey to discover and evolve into who they truly are underneath the skin of who they wish to be when their destinies cross paths with the girl named Aazaad.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2019/04/my-dearest-aazaad-chapter-2.html">Chapter-2</a></span><br />
<a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2019/04/my-dearest-aazaad-chapter-3.html"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter-3</span></a><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2019/05/my-dearest-aazaad-chapter-4.html">Chapter-4</a></span><br />
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</div></div>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-73700766523098550952017-12-18T14:23:00.000+05:302020-04-10T15:05:00.712+05:30Episode- 5 She isn't NOT pretty | When I got stuck In A Historical Drama. (Fan-Fic: JIN X Jungkook X BTS) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6IV4gLjoNjol3I6OyCh99aQ6ZE5XwA-l0dmjpK-BJJvo9biayfskKZ78IhMnSEXTPtj5vcNvVNfJlFM3gylRTo2wbAtGp33xX_9L_TcUgmuifS0oRhVW2SBy6GmY8OPGNqcCJgbE8AFb/s1600/PicsArt_12-17-02.56.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1146" data-original-width="1600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6IV4gLjoNjol3I6OyCh99aQ6ZE5XwA-l0dmjpK-BJJvo9biayfskKZ78IhMnSEXTPtj5vcNvVNfJlFM3gylRTo2wbAtGp33xX_9L_TcUgmuifS0oRhVW2SBy6GmY8OPGNqcCJgbE8AFb/s1600/PicsArt_12-17-02.56.04.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<h4 style="text-align: center;">←<a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2017/09/when-i-got-stuck-in-historical-drama.html">Read Previous Chapters</a></h4>When everything seemed to be right, it all went wrong. <i>"How am I supposed to choose? Or am I not even in the position to choose? Is-Is this what destiny asks me to do? Or... I don't even know where I am and what I am doing in this-this strange dream, this drama or I don't know what this all is. I ju-just know the guy I am in love with is there right in front of me but he isn't himself. Nobody is, the guy I saw as Jungkook, a singer I adored is a crown prince and the guy I have one-sided love for is- is his cousin? And just who am I? And why am I here?"</i> A tornado of confusion and questions was sucking up every piece of sense left in my brain. I just wanted to clutch someone and cry. The pain of seeing someone you like everyday knowing that even in this fake world you can't be his, is more painful than knowing that there is or will never be a chance to have him.<br />
I was so close to him but still so far. Again that morning, when I woke up the dream was still not over. Am I really the main character of a drama? Am I...Am I supposed to choose Jungkook and not Jin? But how can I?<br />
<i>"It's just a dream Barisha it's not real."</i> ever since I woke up those were the only few words I could tell myself in order to not freak out and do what I am here to do and not what I want to.<br />
<i>"It's just temporary Brishu. This guy who looks like Seokjin isn't Seokjin in reality. He only looks like him."</i> I wonder if I really have turned into a crazy person or is it just normal when you fan girl over someone. Is it alright to shed tears unknowingly with the thought that you may never have this person? How does these tears keep rolling down from my eyes every time I think of the reality? I can't live in dreams and fantasies forever.<br />
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It was almost afternoon when I finally decided to move out of my room. The bright smile and narrow eyes on an almost familiar but still familiar face welcomed me to the living room.<br />
<i>"Unnie, are you still feeling sick? Should we go to a physician or something?"</i><br />
<i>"Shi Eun?"</i><br />
<i>"Hm?"</i> She looked at me. Her eyes were open so wide that I was both afraid and amused by the fact that a little more wide and they will pop out and fall on the floor.<br />
<i>"I am hungry but umm... I-I don't want to eat anything. Should we... should we go out? I need some sunlight I'm not feeling good."</i> I answered lazily. My eyes were so adjusted with the darkness in my room that even the little light in the living room left me blind for almost half a minute.<br />
<i>"Are-are you... Let's just go to the physician."</i><br />
<i>"Why are you so concerned? I said I am fine that means I am fine. If you want to come with me then come else you can stay here and I will go out on my own."</i> More than Shi Eun I was surprised my tone. But I was well aware where that cockiness was coming from. It was coming from the anger and confusion that was building in my heart.<br />
<i>"I'll go. I am sorry for-"</i><br />
<i>"I'm sorry"</i> Just why was I spitting my anger out on the poor Shi Eun who was just concerned about my health? She was bowing in front of me for doing absolutely nothing and there I was standing after scolding her for no reason. The least I could do at that time was saying sorry but as soon as I said the words, her eyes widened up even bigger than before, she swallowed the lump in her throat. She was shocked as if it was her first time hearing the words.<br />
<i>"Uh-uhm... Where do you want to go unnie?"</i><br />
<i>"Anywhere."</i><br />
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Somehow we ended up at the same place from last evening. The evening when-when Jungkook told me he-he knew I was interested in him.. I mean Danbi. That Danbi was interested in him. Is this some kind of a sign? A sign to tell me that this is your fate don't run away from this. Now when I am sitting here again, maybe... maybe I should accept it. Accept that this is, in fact my temporary reality.<br />
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<b>*Jungkook's POV*</b><br />
Now that I think about it, maybe... maybe it wasn't that wrong to finally tell her about my feelings. I don't know what she is thinking but-but I am glad that I can sit beside her and look at her as much as I want without her knowing. Her eyelashes are so, they are long. Her nose is high and her, her lips are they are beautiful. Just what am I thinking and just why am I imagining all these things about an ordinary girl? It's not like I-I like her. But I do, I actually do and I-I have confessed her. Is it, is it even alright to feel this way for someone?<br />
<i>"You?"</i><br />
I didn't even realize I was staring at her all along. All the time while I was in my thoughts. My eyes were fixed on her beautiful face as I contemplated if I really like her or not. Beautiful? No. She isn't beautiful at all. Actually she is... she is chubby? Yes, she is chubby and her cheeks are quite puffed and her eyes... they are beautiful. They aren't, aren't exactly umm... normal? They are different than others.<br />
<i>"Is this a habit of yours?"</i><br />
<i>"Huh?"</i><br />
<i>"Looking at me without noticing that you are. Holding my hand forgetting the fact that you have to leave it once you are done dragging me. Am I invisible to you? Or do you find me too pretty?"</i><br />
I am holding her hand? My eyes are suddenly on my hand and it's in no way even touching her,<br />
With a chuckle she is looking right into my eyes, no, she isn't beautiful she just isn't.<br />
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<b>*Barisha's POV*</b><br />
<i>"Didn't you say you are good at everything? I think I can't believe you, you look quite absent minded right now."</i> Why are his eyes fixed on me? It's almost making me want to notice him more. He have rabbit teeth, I have them too.<br />
<i>"Why are you here? I mean this place."</i><br />
<i>"Why are you sitting next to me and was staring me down like this?" He is gulping, is he? He is hiding something? "Do you want to tell me something?"</i><br />
<i>"Why would I tell you something? I was just crossing from here so I just thought of taking some rest. I saw you coming here so I-I was already sitting here."</i><br />
<i>"Here? I didn't notice. Ah! Shi Eun? Where is Shi Eun?"</i><br />
<i>"I-I don't know. Why will I know where your servant is gone. I don't know."</i> Twitching again. He is lying again.<br />
<i>"Can a crown prince walk in the city this freely?"</i><br />
<i>"I have a lot of freedom. My dad, he never forced anything on me since I am good at everything. So he just lets me do whatever I want for now."</i> The look in his eyes is this confident but distant. Almost like-like the one I had when I was... was myself.<br />
<i>"It hurts doesn't it? At times when you feel the pressure of being good at everything. People expects too much from you and when you can't fulfill to their over the top expectations they judge you."</i> Looking at the sun's reflection in the water, the dispersion of the orange in the blue of the sky. <i>"Metaphoric"</i><br />
<i>"Huh?"</i><br />
I points at the dancing disfigured reflection of Sun in the water. <i>"That's how your soul feels. Shaken, when you can't fulfill their expectations of you."</i><br />
As I shift my face to look at him his eyes were already on me. It's as if, as if he is happy to hear my words. I can just smile to his innocent but pressed expressions. I want to, to hold his hand to let him know that I can feel his pressure but... is it even alright to do so? The tip of my fingers feel warm, his hand is slowly approaching I can feel it even when my eyes are fixed at him.<br />
Cliche, this situation is cliche. A proper K-Drama setting but I wasn't lying when I said all that. More than his feelings I wanted to spill mine.<br />
His hands are warm and definitely bigger than mine. Not that I can complaint, my hands are-<br />
<i>"Unnie"</i> Small? Neither mine nor Jungkook's eyes are ready to break the so-called '<b>Can-see-your-soul turned staring-contest</b>' it's almost like if any of us will look away that person will lose.<br />
<i>"Danbi unnie!</i>" The voice is coming closer. He lost, he looked away before I did.<br />
<i>"Oppa? You are with..."</i> Bo-Young's eyes are glittering up. I know what she is thinking. Wait! She knew about Danbi and Wang Jun too?<br />
<i>"Are we disturbing you two?"</i><br />
<i>"We?"</i> I am still lost. The contemplation, anger, confusion along with Jungkook looking into my eyes blankly, I can't focus on anything. Without even noticing my eyes are already on someone that I can't see. I have to strain to look at the person's face clearly.<br />
<i>"You? You two are? You are holding hands."</i> This voice, Jin? I can't even look at him right now because if I will, I won't be able to look away. I have hardly made my mind few minutes ago to give in to fate's plan I can't do this. <i>'Be strong, Barisha.</i>'<br />
Jungkook has already left my hand while I was thinking. I can't give up, if it's Jungkook then Jungkook it is. I slipped my fingers into the gap of his. Why does it feel right? The warmth of his hand, it's almost melting my heart. I-Am I taking the right decision?<br />
He is trying to wiggle his hand to leave mine but I won't give up. I clutches his hand tight and takes a deep breath before I face him, the guy I love and is going to cheat, The guy who doesn't even know I love him and as a matter of fact, isn't even the guy I love but just the one who looks like him.<br />
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As soon as I settle my eyes on Bo-Gyeong, Jun's eyes are plastered on my face, I can feel his cold eyes staring at me wanting to ask "why?" but I can't answer right now. I can't even look at him. Because this is my closure to Bo-Gyeong. This is my closure to Jin. I can't love him right now. Bo-Gyeong eyes are slowly coming to my face from Jun and my hand. As his eyes are coming on my face it feels like the world is on a slow motion mode, his hairs looks brown under the sunlight. His skin is shining. Just why am I in love with him? Just why does my breath slows down as soon as his dark eyes are on me? Can I even look into his eyes without falling in love with him even more. Now that here no longer is a screen in front of me but he himself is. Can I- I am afraid that I won't be able to come back once I'll drown into his eyes. Everything is so ridiculous and it all feels real.<br />
It's only a matter of seconds when his eyes will be locked with mine, Jun has given up struggling too. His hand is, his grip is strong and warm.<br />
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<b>*Jungkook's POV*</b><br />
Why is she not leaving my hand? I can't wiggle my hand anymore what if I end up hurting her hand in my attempt to get my hand out of her grasp? If I put strength then, then she <b>will</b> get hurt. And I-I just can't hurt her. I don't know why. Isn't it just better to hold it?<br />
Her hand is so small, it feels colder in comparison to mine and more softer. It's like-like a baby's hand. Her pulse is slower than normal, is it because I am holding her hand? Maybe she isn't not beautiful. Maybe, she is she is cute.<br />
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<b>*Jin's POV*</b><br />
Why do I feel a little... weird, is it? That's what she wanted and I knew it and, and she looks happy. Then why does it suddenly feel like my intestines are suddenly pressuring the walls of my stomach downward? They are just holding hands. I don't hate Wang Jun enough to feel this way then... then why? Why is it feeling like there's a lump in my throat? That there's something I want to say but I don't know what it is.<br />
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When they all were fighting with their inner-selves a sound suddenly grabbed their attention. The voice of the ringing bell from a passerby's stall.<br />
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As soon as the bell rang, Wang Jun's eyes stared down Danbi and she looks back at him. The shock is mutual. <b>Is this really fate?</b><br />
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><b>To be continued...</b></h2><div style="text-align: center;"><b>(Story is currently on hiatus)</b></div>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-90691996621490438062017-11-30T01:26:00.000+05:302020-04-10T14:59:53.115+05:30Like A Fairytale- About The Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikD_jUJ8mstsJmfywgpOof5eOsLvxSW0yl8poqKn_MHpxK0enAu74EU37UZ04W_ZY45qgnmR3xP7GEmSzsxGzqBpTgM8yfBFElPrxgK4R37pBuDNV-8zVmlD26D8TrqsoN6LlQnUBJ8gXH/s1600/fairytale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="852" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikD_jUJ8mstsJmfywgpOof5eOsLvxSW0yl8poqKn_MHpxK0enAu74EU37UZ04W_ZY45qgnmR3xP7GEmSzsxGzqBpTgM8yfBFElPrxgK4R37pBuDNV-8zVmlD26D8TrqsoN6LlQnUBJ8gXH/s320/fairytale.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A fairytale far from princess and love but close to lies and horror.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A story of a friendship between two people, a friendship that is far away from reality.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Riva Chauhan, 19 years old, a hardcore believer of fairytales one day met a boy named Faith in a place where one never expects to make a friend.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When her dreams will come to reality, what will Riva do?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Genre</b>: <a href="http://horror/" target="_blank">Horror</a>, <a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/search/label/Genre-Thriller" target="_blank">Thriller,</a><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/search/label/Genre-Suspense" target="_blank"> Suspense</a>, <a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/search/label/Genre-Romance" target="_blank">Romance</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Chapter List:</u></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="display: inline !important; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2017/01/like-fairytale-chapter-1.html">Chapter 1.</a></span></span></span></b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span 16=""><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2017/01/like-fairytale-chapter-2.html">Chapter 2.</a></span></span></span></b></span></span></div></div></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2017/01/story-like-fairytale-chapter-3.html">Chapter 3.</a></span></span></span></span></b></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2017/02/story-like-fairytale-chapter-4.html">Chapter 4.</a></span></span></span></span></b></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2017/02/story-like-fairytale-chapter-5.html">Chapter 5.</a></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2017/03/like-fairytale-chapter-6-haunted.html">Chapter 6.</a></span></span></span></b></span></div></div>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-75955591001067151162017-11-30T00:05:00.000+05:302020-04-10T12:38:05.406+05:30Faces- About The Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh87v3n9oiOY5OvGQFmb1NW8CvsULuebpKdPTUiT5n0h0tpxOvmOroNM59P34fXMlQLjmRWQYpWWkSrZahTpTXxTQTz85PovaxMo5Q_roNfIJP9_qhTyGaGTJ4tlpr6At-ta5LvLxZCZ9z4/s1600/faces1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="655" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh87v3n9oiOY5OvGQFmb1NW8CvsULuebpKdPTUiT5n0h0tpxOvmOroNM59P34fXMlQLjmRWQYpWWkSrZahTpTXxTQTz85PovaxMo5Q_roNfIJP9_qhTyGaGTJ4tlpr6At-ta5LvLxZCZ9z4/s1600/faces1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><u>About: </u></span></b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; text-align: center;"> A psychological romance thriller rounded up between the life of three people.</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">3 personalities. 1 secret. A secret with the capability to destroy everything.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A story of 3 people with 3 different personalities. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Trisha- A successful introverted business woman. Who regardless of her strong aura and powerful image, often finds herself alone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tish- An extrovert, kind, larger than life girl with a love and passion of helping people.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Rahul- A CEO by profession but by nature, giving justice to his name- a complete filmy, adventure lover guy. And also, the link between the two women.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Unintentionally, Rahul ends up meddling with a wrong woman with secrets that have the capability to destroy everyone's life. Will he be able to save himself and his love? Or will the two lovers end up being the victim of someone's greed over her possession?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Genre:</b> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://msbucketfulloflife.blogspot.com/search/label/Genre-Romance" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;" target="_blank">Romance,</a><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><a href="https://msbucketfulloflife.blogspot.com/search/label/Genre-Suspense" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;" target="_blank">Suspense</a><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">,</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><a href="https://msbucketfulloflife.blogspot.com/search/label/Genre-Psychological" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;" target="_blank">Psychological Thriller</a></span></div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: "satisfy"; font-size: 23px;">There’s always a little black to something white and a little white when everything seems black.</span><span style="font-family: "satisfy"; font-size: 23px;">Situations can go wrong anytime, they test us in various ways, but at the end of the day, it’s just a matter of what kind of a person you choose to become</span></span></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter List:</span></u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><a href="http://msbucketfulloflife.blogspot.com/2016/10/faces-chapter-1.html">CHAPTER 1</a>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><a href="http://msbucketfulloflife.blogspot.com/2016/10/faces-chapter-2.html">CHAPTER 2.</a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><a href="http://msbucketfulloflife.blogspot.com/2016/10/story-faces-chapter-3.html">CHAPTER 3.</a></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><a href="http://msbucketfulloflife.blogspot.com/2016/10/Faces-chapter4.html">CHAPTER 4.</a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><a href="http://msbucketfulloflife.blogspot.com/2016/10/story-faces-chapter-5-naked-truth.html">CHAPTER 5.</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><a href="http://msbucketfulloflife.blogspot.com/2016/11/story-faces-chapter-6.html">CHAPTER 6.</a></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><a href="http://msbucketfulloflife.blogspot.com/2016/11/faces-chapter-7.html">CHAPTER 7.</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-58860937766483801192017-11-29T18:36:00.000+05:302020-04-10T15:00:38.583+05:30Beyond The Boundaries- About The Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mbEUCPHBPoz_eNGJbIqseWxa8yZgE6IOabYvuvAqXo0sTupXkY1XrMUpiZ6kzAm-UJIY962Fc8Iu28B6spv9dv_Yvtcy4yc_ceM-Q7ivjOCwRrY-KlKzREto_MCszOXhinRRPjCV_4BT/s1600/beyond+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="400" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mbEUCPHBPoz_eNGJbIqseWxa8yZgE6IOabYvuvAqXo0sTupXkY1XrMUpiZ6kzAm-UJIY962Fc8Iu28B6spv9dv_Yvtcy4yc_ceM-Q7ivjOCwRrY-KlKzREto_MCszOXhinRRPjCV_4BT/s640/beyond+%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Mehek was an average quite girl while Abhimanyu had everything. He was popular, talented but most importantly he was kind, kind from inside outside, he was cautious of his image. One day, their destinies intervened as the fate played the role of a sheet of paper. The two became friends and shared every little secret they had but then when everything looked happy and nice, an unfortunate night in their life changed the pace of both their lives. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Story of two best friends, who took a step and went beyond the boundaries of friendship only to end up broken into pieces. A story of how that one step changed their lives.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A tale of love, friendships, lies and betrayals.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Genre:</b><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/search/label/Genre-Drama" target="_blank"> Drama</a>, <a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/search/label/Genre-Romance" target="_blank">Romance</a></span><br />
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<div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2016/08/beyond-boundaries-chapter-1.html">Chapter 1.</a></span></b></b><br />
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<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2016/08/beyond-boundaries-chapter-3.html">Chapter 3.</a></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2016/08/beyond-boundaries-chapter-4.html">Chapter 4</a>.</span></b><br />
<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2016/08/beyond-boundaries-chapter-5.html">Chapter 5.</a></span></b><br />
<b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2016/09/beyond-boundaries-chapter-6.html">Chapter 6.</a></span></span></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2016/09/beyond-boundaries-chapter-8the-ending.html">Chapter 8- Finale.</a></span></b></div></div></div></div></div>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-1128195189695472222017-11-29T17:25:00.000+05:302020-04-10T14:59:11.182+05:30Our First love, the first meeting- About the story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3zqypGDQVYXv9aMWNTCdBbMTvvOBb_5yfAS0_q8IhW5RwLR0Nbrmj_LJbfk94MDXuGi54gFzQWarsNAntQzlX407WMpR-jiENDcvGDjDUBf-wqQT-PDfQQLVsyy_rK8jAJvgQwyLjn_q/s1600/proposal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3zqypGDQVYXv9aMWNTCdBbMTvvOBb_5yfAS0_q8IhW5RwLR0Nbrmj_LJbfk94MDXuGi54gFzQWarsNAntQzlX407WMpR-jiENDcvGDjDUBf-wqQT-PDfQQLVsyy_rK8jAJvgQwyLjn_q/s1600/proposal.jpg" /></a></div><h3 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">About The Story</span></h3><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: center;">Naina, an opinionated and rigid girl one day ends up having a conversation with Rivan, a guy as rigid as her. Every conversation ended up a debate over whose point was right and who was wrong. A twist in the classic heart warming opposites attract story whose ending will blow your mind.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: center;">A twisted tale of two strangers who fell in love over texts, a tale of how they met and how everything changed as the closed eyes opened.</span><br />
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<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2016/08/our-first-love-first-meeting.html">Chapter 1.</a> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2016/08/our-first-love-first-meeting_4.html">Chapter 2.</a></span></span> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2016/08/our-first-love-first-meeting-part-3.html">Chapter 3</a>. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.in/2016/08/a-polite-request-please-dont-read-last.html">Chapter 4.</a></span></span></span><br />
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Jin walked up to the man he was calling Wang Jun.<br />
The gaze in their eyes as they looked at each other was saying so many things, so many things that I didn’t wanted to either read or hear.<br />
The guy standing in front of me, was the guy who in my real life, I had a crush on. And the guy whose hands caught me when I fell and now was grabbing my hand which I didn't know why, both had a cold look in their eyes.<br />
Strangely enough even his name seemed familiar to me. “Wang Jun?” I murmured.<br />
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“Wang Jun? He is the guy I love!” Before I could realize that I screamed out my thoughts, all the eyes were already on me.<br />
My cheeks were burning up. I didn’t know exactly if it was the heat in the atmosphere or the embarrassment of confessing my love to someone I didn’t even know about. Perhaps, it was the embarrassment of saying such a thing out loud in front of the one it was about.<br />
“What did you just say?” Wang Jun asked bending his knees to look into my eyes.<br />
“A-ah-ahh—” before I could say anything Jin jumped in.<br />
“Just what do you think you are doing? Can’t you see she is hurt? And you are making her stand for such a long time.” I still can’t understand whether it was the concern or sense of authority for being the one to hurt me that made him say everything in such a cocky tone.<br />
“Hyung, didn’t she say she loves me? I think she said something like that. Or even if she didn’t, don’t you think I was the one more concerned as it was me who picked her before when she fell and even now when she was about to. I think you shouldn’t be the one saying such things since you were the one she was running from. Wasn’t she?” A comment was replied with another comment. It was difficult for me to see those two fighting when I already knew that in real life they are such good friends. <i>I guess the dream isn't all that real.'\</i><br />
“Stop it! Neither of you care about me because while you two are arguing, I am still hurt and I am still standing. So shut up and don’t act like you care.” All the eyes, even the people who were just passing the place stopped and stared at me. For a second I couldn’t understand what to do or what to say. My eyes kept swinging between both Jin and Jungkook-whose eyes were wide opened and glued to my face as if they were trying to scan what exactly has happened to me that I changed so much in a night.<br />
“Da-Danbi, are you—are you too hurt? Is your head paining?” Wang Jun (Jungkook) asked.<br />
“Ya! Stay away from me. Don’t act like you care if you would have cared I wouldn’t have been single.” I didn’t even know the meaning of the words I was speaking at that time. In that moment I just spat all everything that was in my mind.<br />
“Danbiya! What are you saying right now?” Jin took my hand which was pointing at Wang Jun and whispered in my ear, “I know that you like him and you are feeling hurt right now but this isn’t something one can say so easily in front of everyone. And how would he know anything, you never even told him about your feelings.”<br />
“Ya! You—you Jin! He doesn’t know about my feelings? I haven’t confessed him? I just did. And what about you? Why? Why are you touching me? Who has given you the right to touch me? And why do you care about what I say or what not or if I am hurt or not? Weren’t you the one who pushed me yesterday when I was ki--” his hand covered my mouth and he held my hand tightly, I kept struggling but his grip minimized my gesture and well... my efforts to try too but I still tried to get out of his grasp only to fall on my knees again but this time, this time both the guys gave their hands but I was too angry to even care about their courtesy.<br />
Steps away from us in the crowd, my eyes located the very shocked Bo-Young. “Bo-Young, help me.”<br />
I slapped both the men’s hands to show them my anger, raising my brow giving them the soul piercing look by my eyes and stood up taking Bo-Young's hand.<br />
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While Bo-Young and I left the place, there left a guy with us. He screamed from the distance to wait for him but neither did I nor Bo-Young cared to even look once. Well, Bo-Young did but I told her not to. Not long after that when we finally reached home Bo-Young insisted on accompanying me to my room, though she didn’t stay too long and I didn’t stop her either we both knew someone was waiting for her outside the house.<br />
“Oraboni, you pushed Danbi? But why? Look what you did, she can’t even walk now.”<br />
I overheard Bo-Young’s voice. My anger suddenly vanished and left me with a smile, “was he feeling shy when I almost said...kiss?” I asked myself as I recalled the events from the day before.<br />
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The next day was pretty much the same. I woke up and found out that my “unreal-real” parents were waiting for me to get up so I could do the breakfast with them. During the breakfast they told me that my servant will be coming back to the house the very next day and that her father was feeling alright now. To all the things they said to me, one thing was really clear, they were trying to check my memory. But I was still glad seeing how they were so concerned, even though they weren’t my real parents they weren’t quite different from them either. My mother kept telling me that I should take care of myself in a cocky tone. She kept repeating her concern and sadness since I lost all my memories and that they are afraid that I will behave strangely and everyone will think her daughter is crazy and that no one will marry me.<br />
Her words and tone were relatively similar to my real mother’s hence, I didn’t even for once felt like missing my home when I was around my new parents. My dad made jokes about whatever my mother said to make us both laugh but I was the only one to do so, it was exactly like it happens back at home, SAME.<br />
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Having nothing to do in an unfamiliar world gives you several opportunities to discover new things. I was still concerned about what kind of a world I was living in because it definitely felt more real than a dream, actually too real to be mistaken as the reality. I decided to discover my surrounding, there is always a loophole in a world made out of fantasy. I was sure I’ll find one. I was alone since Bo-Young didn’t come to meet me and my so-called servant whom I didn’t know about, wasn’t going to be back till the next day either, so I decided to take a little stroll on my own.<br />
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I walked through the lengths looking and memorizing the surrounding in order to be back home without getting lost when I witnessed something. The answer to my question.<br />
A women slipped on the floor and the man caught her before she could. <b>K-Drama rule #1: No woman can fall, if she does, a man will always be there to catch her",</b> someone whispered in my ear. Although I couldn't see anyone, I was sure I heard someone.<br />
"Kd-Kdrama? Yes! K Drama"<i> </i>I recalled all the incidents that happened with me from the time I stepped into this world till the present.<br />
"I jumped from the tree but Jin caught me. I was about to fall yesterday and Wang Jun…? Is it like Two worlds? Once the episode in the web-toon ends she comes back to real life. But… wait, I spent the past 52 hours here without skipping even a single second. Why? And how come I haven't gone back to real world even after that? Perhaps, is it even possible? Maybe, maybe I already am a character here that’s why I even got hurt in a fictional world. But how is it possible? But what if it is? And if it isn't why am I here? And how come...? Ah! I am here for a reason. There has to be a reason, but what could that reason be? Oh! Is Jin going to be the next king if I will stay by his side like Scarlet heart? Oh gosh! What am I even thinking that is so stupid, but maybe... isn't all of this a nonsense? Woah, Daebak! I always knew there’s something that I have to do in life, is this that something? I never even thought about this. This is huge. Woah! Have I finally become the main character somewhere? Have I? I thought- I thought I could only be… a second lead, even in my real life I was the side character. Perhaps, this is it. It's is my chance to be the hero. Heroine, I mean. But how will I make him...?"<br />
As much as I was thrilled by it all, I calmed myself up and decided to just go with the flow instead of thinking what I was supposed to do to make the story work. I wanted to enjoy everything till it gets over. I was excited to look into the fantasy world where I was a character.<br />
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I walked and walked without caring about anything into a street filled with a lot of people. Some people were selling gems, some were selling accessories, some clothes and most of the other people were just buyers. I walked up to an old woman’s shop to buy something for myself. At least that's what I told myself to not think that I was pitying her but the reason was mostly- no one was at her shop and she was too old to even put the clothes on the display properly. I wanted to help her but old habits never go, I was too scared thinking what if she won’t like it. But my fear vanished in the blink of an eye when the realization that ‘it’s not a real world’ rang the bell in my head.<br />
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</i> <i>“</i>Ahjumma, can you suggest me something for myself?<i>”</i> <span style="color: #444444;">(Ahjumma- Aunt or used to give respect to an older woman) </span><br />
Her face brightened up as soon as she heard my voice. Her hands were shaking as she brought clothes for me to see. But regardless of all of this, she still had a smile on her face.<br />
“Aigoo! You are such a pretty girl. You look very cheerful, you should choose something bright. Like yellow or pink? Women always looks the most beautiful in pink. I have a very beautiful dress I will show that one to you, your lover won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.”<br />
“Ah really? But Ahjumma, don’t you have something in black?” I asked mapping the shop trying to find something that suits my taste.<br />
“Black? Child, no woman wear black clothes.” Her expressions changed from happy to confused. Her smile slowly disappeared from her face. I realized I said something I shouldn’t have.<br />
“Uhh… I see. Uhm… I said it just because I thought I should buy something different.”<i> </i>I gave a fake smile and she got easily fooled. Perhaps, it was just her innocence that believed me.<br />
“It’s okay. You want something different right? I have something that no other woman in this town has. That dress will suit you well.”<br />
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The woman came back holding a pink flowery embroidered dress. Which was beautiful for sure but definitely not what I was looking for. I was already frustrated by my pink, purple, red filled wardrobe and even then I ended up being shown pink.<br />
Her eyes were looking at me with hopes but it just wasn’t something I wanted.<br />
“Umh… Ahjumma, this dress…”<br />
“Are you sure it will look good on her? Show me.” I heard a familiar voice but I couldn't make up a face for it. I looked to see who it was and found Wang Jun standing next to me taking the dress from the woman and putting it on me to see how it will look.<br />
“Nugu? Who are you? Ah! You must be her husband. Aigoo! You both look really good together. I can see you both are going to have a really happy life and have a lot of wealth.”<br />
The woman said happily.<br />
“Husba--?”<i> </i>before I could clarify anything Jungkook cut my words.<br />
“Really? We do look good together don’t we?”<br />
“Yes, yes. I can tell you both will have beautiful kids. You will have beautiful daughters and sons.” The woman was even more excited than before. I was at loss of words, everything was so absurd. My eyes kept tossing between the old woman and Wang Jun trying to have a hold on the situation.<br />
<i>The Jungkook I know isn’t that talkative. In fact he doesn’t talk at all. Then what is this?</i><br />
My thoughts were interrupted by a, “Let’s go”. Jun held my hand and started walking.<br />
All I could do was stare at him and try to understand what was happening. Noticing my silence, Wang Jun turned back to look at me and our eyes caught onto each other. He looked away reluctantly as soon as our eyes met.<br />
“Wh-umm… Why are you looking at me like this?”<i> </i>He asked stuttering as if he was startled knowing that I was staring at him all along.<br />
“Why are you still holding my hand?” I asked.<br />
I wasn’t surprised, my heart wasn’t fluttering neither was I angry. I was just unable to feel anything. It was just too surprising for me to understand anything that was happening. He stopped, faced me and left my hand a little too harshly and said sorry to me repeatedly on loop.<br />
“Are you embarrassed?” Looking at him the same way he looked at me when I was embarrassed after confessing to him. It was more of a revenge than concern.<br />
“No. Why-Why would I be embarrassed?”<br />
“Really? Great then let’s go grab something to eat and sit somewhere. My feet is still not too well.”<br />
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The lake wasn’t too far, he asked me to wait for him and ran to bring something to eat. Not too long afterwards, he came back. We were sitting in silence and looking at the sun setting slowly when I caught him looking at me from the corner of my eyes.<br />
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</i> “Who are you by the way? And why do you keep behaving like this? Like we are close. Most importantly, how do you know Jin? I mean Bo-Gyeong. You called him hyung yesterday. That means he is your older brother. Right?”<br />
“Ah! Yes you have lost your memories right?”<br />
“Yes?” I expected an answer instead of a question.<br />
“Yes, Bo-Gyeong is my cousin. He is my father’s brother’s son. And me? I am Wang Jun as you already know. I am the oldest son of the King of Goryeo. The crown prince. And why I am behaving like this? I don’t know either.”<i> </i>A smile naturally came onto his lips as he said the last sentence.<br />
“Crown Prince?”<br />
“Yes.” He smiled again.<br />
“Will you just look at me right now, please.” I moved his face towards me and again the expression of amazement appeared on his face. He looked at my face and then at my hand, “I understand that you are aware of my condition. I know I can’t remember anything but that doesn’t mean you’ll lie to me like this. Do I look that much of a fool?” I yelled.<br />
He chuckled, “You have changed a lot. Earlier whenever I was in front of you, you used to hide or either run away. I always noticed you taking glimpses at me but you never behaved like this. You never even tried to talk to me and now you are touching me and yelling at me. You even yelled at me in front of everyone. Were you always like this?”<br />
“Wait! You knew what I felt for you and still never tried to talk to me? You are a guy, if a girl can’t approach you then you should do it.”<br />
“I—I was shy, I couldn't talk to you once I found out that you like me. I even saw you following me that day, I knew you collided with someone and fell but I couldn’t help you. I was scared that you might feel embarrassed knowing that I already knew you were following me all this time. I am good with everything archery, horse riding, swords and even academics but this is something I lack in. I can’t talk to people easily. Especially when they are interested in me.” He gave a tight smile explaining the reason to my questions.<br />
“You didn’t seemed shy today. In fact I thought you were totally an outgoing guy, behaving so friendly with the old woman and then grabbing my hand and making me follow you.”<br />
“I am sorry again. I was surprised too but I don’t know why after yesterday, I don’t know why but I just felt like I should stop thinking so much and enjoy the moment when I am with you. Why that happened I don’t know but I just felt like it. I suddenly has started to feel a little extra happy around you.”<br />
"Weren't you a shy guy? Why are you saying all these things? I am feeling awkward."<br />
The sun was set and the darkness surrounded the area of the lake we were sitting at. As we crossed the market place I noticed the old woman smiling and waving at us, actually it was not us just Wang Jun. He replied with a smile and waved back. I couldn’t stop but smile too, I don’t know why but in that moment, at that point of time he made my heart flutter.<br />
“I know the way to my home. Why are you following me?” I asked.<br />
“I don’t think it’s safe for you to go home alone at this time. I will walk you.”<i> </i>I refused but he followed me anyway.<br />
It was really sweet and my heart totally fluttered but I controlled my heart by reminding myself that I was in this world for a reason. That I was here to be by the main lead "the hero’s" side and not the second lead’s.<br />
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“Danbi eunnie.” A girl standing outside my house called and waved.<br />
I noticed her approaching us. My eyes were constantly trying to recognize her face but it wasn’t Bo-Young. The girl ran and hugged me, I was startled to even know how to react. “Eunnie, I am your servant Shi Eun. I heard you…” she stopped as if she was frozen, her eyes were plastered to someone beside me.<br />
I looked to my left and saw Wang Jun standing next to me with a smile on his lips as he raised his head from the ground and saw Shi Eun.<br />
“Cr—Crown Prince?” She bowed down to show respect.<br />
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<i>Crown Prince? Does that? Does that mean… he is the main lead and not Jin? Then am I? I am meant to be with him?</i><br />
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Finding out the real meaning of her arrival in both Bo-Gyeong (Jin) and Wang Jun's (Jungkook's) life, will Brisha be able to accept her destiny? Who will she choose? The guy she loves or the one she is destined to be with?</div>
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As soon as I opened my eyes and observed the surrounding around me, a piercing pain in my heart left me with a shiver. I touched my arm and I had goosebumps. ‘W-What is…? How did…? Why am I still here?’ What I thought was a dream, seems to have turned into reality. I can’t figure out what exactly is happening to me. Why am I here? And what is this exactly? Why is this dream still not over?<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘Isn’t this what you wished for? Didn’t you wished to have a life like a Drama?’ the woman’s voice was so vivid in my memory, it felt as if it all was real or maybe it really was. ‘I wish I was in Joseon or Goryeo era too, my life was like a historical drama’ I remembered my words exactly as I said. But how was it possible? I said that in the real world. How come I remember anything word to word? ‘If it’s a dream, there has to be a loophole? I need to find the truth. I can’t, I just can’t go crazy like this.’ I said to myself. But as soon as I did, it felt like someone was trying to twist my foot. I looked down and saw that my right foot was bandaged ‘Oh! Jin did that. Wait… what? Why?’ Flashes from yesterday’s evening blinded my eyes. All I could see was being on the ground while Jin approached me to do… I couldn’t remember what.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The footsteps hurried to my room and I saw a beautiful woman dressed in a white blouse and blue skirt “Eonni, gwenchanayo? Are you hurt? Oh my God! What am I going to do now? Can you give the test? You can right? Tell me you can. Please! Please! I’ll fail without you. Please!!!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Omo! Omo! So it’s… it is true? You really can’t remember anything? Eonni (older sister) try to remember, I am Bo-Young. You told me I am like your own sister. How can you forget me?” As I looked at the girl the only thing I could realize was, the words were emotional but she was disappointed, disappointed by the fact that I couldn’t help her with the exam.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Cheongmal? (Really?) Eonni… you will help me right? You will help me with the questions? Right? Even if you don’t remember me, I can tell you who I am, I am your best friend. And you have to help your best friend. You will come to give the exams right? Please?” And there it became evident, my doubt wasn’t just a doubt. It really was disappointment and not the sadness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I agreed to give the test without having the fear to fail. What wrong can happen if I fail the exam? At the end of the day, nothing from this world was real. It all was a dream or something like that. ‘It can’t harm me in any of the ways once this all will to end’ I mumbled. Also, I really wanted to go out of the room because I knew once I will go for the test someone that I really want to see, will be right in front of my eyes. With the thought of Jin in my head, I tried to remember what exactly happened yesterday and how did I sprained my ankle. I thought and thought for a thousand times but failed to remember anything except for my last conversation with Jin, “You came all the way to find me? That’s so cute.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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During the whole exam my eyes kept searching for Jin but by the time I narrowed down the room I realized that there were only women in the room I was giving the exam in that too only two women and one of them was me. Looking at the sheet of paper, I realized one thing, historical K-Dramas and curiosity to know more, can really come handy in situations like this. I didn’t know all the answers but I did knew some. I never thought I’d be so thankful towards dramas. But you never know what will happen in life. One day you are getting scolded by your mother and the next one, you are in a drama.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When the exam got over the pain due to my sprained ankle upgraded to a whole new level. Bo-Young was helping me to walk but there was nothing that could have been done to save me at that moment. Finally, I gave up and decided to do the things my own way. It was amusing to me how every experience that I was scolded for was suddenly becoming useful for me in this world, for example- my habit of falling and getting injured all the time will help me in my dream was something I never thought or imagined.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Danbi eonni, what are you doing? You’ll fall. Look, oraboni is here too. Bo-Gyeong and I will take you home, we’ll help you out. Stop. You’ll again injure yourself.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The mention of the name Bo-Gyeong and it strike me that I have heard of this name. I looked back to check who does this name really belong too. And as I suspected, it was Jin. I had hearts in my eyes when I turned back to look at him. But he wasn’t looking at me. ‘His cheeks are so red as if… as if, oh no! Oh no! No! No! I did not. Did I? Crap! Oh god! I am dead. I am done.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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As soon as their lips touched, Bo-Gyeong realized that it wasn’t really a joke. In surprise, he didn’t realized but he pushed Danbi with so much strength that she ended up losing her balance and getting caught up in her own skirt and later, tripping on a stone only to end up on the ground, fainting. Bo-Gyeong got scared thinking that her falling and fainting was entirely his fault. He carried her on his back and took her to her home. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“No… no! I can’t. How do I face him? How do I even look at him? Oh you stupid Brishu! Why did you have to try to kiss him?” The temperature of my body started rising. My cheeks became red hot due to embarrassment. ‘This was the guy I tried to kiss yesterday and now I am hanging out with his sister? Also, this is the guy I have a crush on? I tried to kiss a guy I have a crush on? Wait! And he pushed me? No1 I just can’t handle this. I can’t go there. I have to run. Yes, yes, I have to run.’ Without giving it a single thought I turned and hurried my steps to go as far away as I could from Jin. As I hurried, the pain grew stronger and stronger to the point when my right leg got numb. I couldn’t feel it neither could move it but I refused to stop. Only after few steps, I stumbled and fell on the ground.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Before the man could complete his sentence I answered “None of your business. I didn’t ask you to help me. You helped me on your own. And just because you helped me, don’t think that you can just say anything.” I reluctantly took my hand from the man’s grasp without even looking at him for once. Somewhere inside me, I felt guilty of saying such rude words to someone who was just helping me. For one moment, I thought I should say sorry but I couldn’t afford to get caught by Jin. ‘You don’t have time for this Brishu’ I told myself and took a step when I trembled again. The man who helped me, saved me this time too. I again didn’t face him. It was hard to answer why, maybe it was the guilt of being rude to someone who helped me or it was just plain urge to run without caring about anything.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My guilt grew stronger this time. And thus, as soon as the man helped me to stand up, I did a small bow “Joesonghamnida” and said sorry. My eyes were still closed. I was afraid that if it was an older man, he will probably scold me for behaving like this. But like it happens, closed eyes + injured ankle= disbalance AGAIN! I again lost my balance and the man again held me by my shoulders. ‘Huh! Get yourself together Brisha. He has helped you enough. Stop being stupid and just say thank you and sorry to him. Looking into his eyes. Come on!’ When I opened my eyes, my mouth opened involuntarily. I could not believe my eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-56119146300262449402017-09-29T22:13:00.000+05:302018-06-21T10:10:19.586+05:30BTS Performed Mic Drop and DNA At The K-Pop World Festival 2017 and List of Winners<div class="MsoNormal">
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With the everyday increasing popularity of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BTS_(band)" target="_blank">Bangtan Sonyeondan</a> AKA <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BTS_(band)" target="_blank">BTS</a>, K-Pop is literally dominating the world through their impactful videos, creative music and great looks.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Live from South Korea, at 7:00 PM KST on the twitter account of KBS World- the biggest K-Pop World Festival was live streamed. From Peru to USA, artists from 13 countries including Malaysia, Canada, Hungary, India and more competed in the final stage of the competition.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Along with the performers, the K-Pop World Festival 2017 in Changwon Sports Park Stadium featured live performances from some of the biggest K-POP groups and artists like- <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BTS_(band)" target="_blank">BTS</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NCT_(band)" target="_blank">NCT127</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twice_(band)" target="_blank">TWICE</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ailee" target="_blank">AILEE</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monsta_X" target="_blank">MONSTA X </a>and <a href="http://kprofiles.com/astro-members-profile/" target="_blank">ASTRO</a>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Throughout the live stream and even long before that <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/KWF2017?src=hash" target="_blank">#KWF2017</a> was trending No.1 on Twitter and became a hot topic all around the world. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And during the show, there was one thing that was too difficult to not to notice and that was- there were more ARMY bombs then Light Sticks which further proved BTS's popularity when they took the stage performing their song popular song Fire along with <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ailee" target="_blank">DNA</a> and Mic Drop from their new album Love Yourself: Her, whose tracks has already made it to Billboard Hot 100 list. During the BTS covers and their performance The ARMY Chant was one thing that was consistent which made many fans think that it was more like a BTS concert then KWF itself.<o:p></o:p><br />
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This year’s festival pits 13 finalist country-teams who battled for the top prize- Daesang, performing K-Pop vocal and dance covers. The country-teams that performed in the festivals were: The US (<a href="http://twitter.com/IV_KWF" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@IV_KWF</a>), Hungary (<a href="http://twitter.com/R3DSeven" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@R3DSeven</a>), Canada (<a href="http://twitter.com/1PCE_" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@1PCE_</a>), Indonesia (<a href="https://twitter.com/tiffaniafifa" target="_blank">@tiffaniafifa</a>), Madagascar (<a href="http://twitter.com/Antsa_fie" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@Antsa_fie</a>), India (<a href="http://twitter.com/ImmortalARMYIN" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@ImmortalARMYIN</a>), Malaysia (<a href="http://twitter.com/KingsmanKWF" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@KingsmanKWF</a>), Nigeria (<a href="http://twitter.com/DE_FRAGILEDC" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">DE_FRAGILEDC</a>), Peru (<a href="http://twitter.com/analuciatlr" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@analuciatlr</a>), Russia (<a href="http://twitter.com/partyhard_dt" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@partyhard_dt</a>), Turkey (<a href="http://twitter.com/sinemkadioglu" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@sinemkadioglu</a>), Singapore (<a href="http://twitter.com/mynameisakif" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@mynameisakif</a>) and Vietnam (<a href="http://twitter.com/Oops_Crew" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@Oops_Crew</a>).</div>
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Out of whom Tiffani and Alphiandi from Indonesia took home the Grand Prize which was presented by their favorite idols BTS. Other prizes like Best performance, Best Vocals and Famous choice award were also presented to the winners during the ceremony by K-Pop idols like Twice and Monsta X.<o:p></o:p></div>
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List of Winners of K-Pop World Festival 2017<o:p></o:p></div>
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Daesang- The Grand Prize<o:p></o:p></div>
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Team Indonesia<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://twitter.com/tiffaniafifa" target="_blank">Tiffani Afifa</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Inferiority Complex<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Park_Kyung" target="_blank">Park Kyung</a> and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eunha_(singer)" target="_blank">Eunha</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Team Turkey<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://twitter.com/sinemkadioglu" target="_blank">Sinem Kadioglu</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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I Will Go To You Like First Snow<o:p></o:p></div>
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Team Singapore<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://twitter.com/mynameisakif" target="_blank">Akif Halqi</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Not Today<o:p></o:p></div>
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Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-49086482454425868862017-09-11T05:48:00.000+05:302020-04-10T15:05:46.521+05:30Episode-2 | When I got stuck in a Historical Drama (FAN-FIC: JIN X BTS)<div class="MsoNormal"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"> <v:stroke joinstyle="miter"> <v:formulas> <v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"> <v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"> <v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"> <v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"> </v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:formulas> <v:path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"> <o:lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"> </o:lock></v:path></v:stroke></v:shapetype><v:shape alt="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3-CO5pe9rAMKLme6op711XYD-VO3NjPTdcaM8oWJC8DLxPfIpozvE5Ktm5AnhlgWnjhRRs6Pyq2_6ZeC40tHhJsnEOetrwfcq1leEJ_AJaKkkL7YqHHTHjDJ-lREvnOk5arr8r0DiVAY/s1600/story+2.png" id="Picture_x0020_3" o:spid="_x0000_i1025" style="height: 370.5pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 506.25pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"> <v:imagedata o:title="story%2B2" src="file:///C:\Users\NEHAPC~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.png"> </v:imagedata></v:shape></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1109" data-original-width="1600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvxnH-5S4nmuEth_wuFV0VqmajmFWIHVsAJvb2_bgvJ6mgREfJ-nuPvO_sKED-xNae2XQjbjIeXkaCEaKSQTWP5K26UVH4cdMOQZ6TpiZjGn0gvt-J6MfcKnz0yXe0YNdzKJYXFc0GBuKu/s1600/Cover.jpg" /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><h4 style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2017/09/when-i-got-stuck-in-historical-drama-Ep-1.html" target="_blank">←Episode-1- I wish.</a></span></span></b></h4></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">“I wished to be in the drama. But no, yet again, my dream didn’t came true. Arasso, then just let me have Jin in this life. Please. I give you one day God. Just one day, change my life.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">What is the first thing you do when you wake up? Pray? Smile? Something else? Well, I like everyone else, pray too but umm… my prayers are a bit different than other peoples, they are more like orders to God. Maybe that's why he never listen.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Gwenchanhseubnikka?"<span style="color: #444444;"> (Translation: Are you okay?)</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i>Wait a second, whose voice is this? And why can’t I open my eyes? And why is this guy asking me in Korean? What?</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Agassi, gwenchanayo?" <span style="color: #444444;">(Miss, are you alright?)</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">"Agassi... Jjangkkaman, Danbi-ya?" <span style="color: #444444;">(Miss... Wait, Danbi?)</span><br />
The voice repeated again and this time, this time I opened my eyes and guess what? This is probably my best dream ever.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i>OH MY GOD! Kim Seokjin. Oh my God! Oh my God! What?</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">And that’s how the protagonist/this weird girl, fainted in the arms of her dream guy, or at least who she believe is her dream guy. </div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"> 2 hours later…</span></h3><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">At this point, I am not even sure as to what is going to happen when I’ll open my eyes. What if I’ll see Jin again? Actually, the bigger problem is, what if I don’t? My dream will just end without even talking to <a href="https://btsdiary.com/facts/jin/">Jin.</a><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Looks like nothing has changed, my head still feels heavy. Is the dream over already? Wait a second, nothing has changed, except for my room. And... and why does my face feels so slim? Omo! My skin is… and clothes? No! What the hell? Why am I wearing this weird dress? Where’s the… where’s the mirror?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">I am not just shocked but I am very shocked, I don’t know what is happening. And no matter whatever that is or has or will happen, why am I wearing a Korean night-gown? That too, a traditional night gown? Just why?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Isn’t… isn’t that Jin? What… What is he… what is Kim Seokjin doing outside my room? What… Just what the hell is going on? Is this is a dream? This is all so weird. Wait… maybe this is a dream. Yes, it is a dream. Of course it's a dream. Oh Brishu, stupid. What else can this be?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">So that’s why everything was so weird, it is all just a dream. No wonder I saw Jin as soon as I opened my eyes in my dream, after all, he is all I think about. Weird that he still never appeared in my dream but now when he has, it...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Danbiya, chha? (Danbi, are you still sleeping?)” a voice asked from outside the room.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Heh? I can’t even understand this much Korean. Then how are these people talking in that language? Oh wait! I got it, it doesn’t mean anything. How does your brain work while sleeping, Brishu? It mixes up everything you saw or dreamt or even thought about. So basically, they aren’t speaking Korean they are just saying something nonsense and I can understand this because it’s my dream and all I have to do to answer is just anything, thinking of what answer I am supposed to give or want to give. Wow! I am so intelligent. It’s so scary yet, sexy.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Ye, Hakuna matata.” Hahaha, dreams are so weird seriously. Even “HAKUNA-MATATA” is Korean here.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Huh???”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i>I am more than excited to see how this dream world is going to be because honestly, this was always my dream.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">To me, it was all like a dream but was this a dream? Yes? No? Maybe.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"> As soon as I stepped out of my room the whole world stopped. People who were doing their everyday chores were now all frozen. The birds in the sky, the clouds, everything was motionless, it was like…<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Like the time has stopped. This guy, he looks... he looks just like Jin. He… how can someone look so ridiculously handsome in these ancient type clothes too? How is this possible? I never imagined him in such clothes but ugh! He still is looking so handsome. He is out of my league even in my dreams. My self-realization mode sucks.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I took a step closer to him but as soon as I touched his face…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“It feels so real.” I was confused. If this was a dream then why was he so real?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Isn’t this what you wished for?” A woman’s voice answered.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Huh? Who is it?” I turned back in surprise.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“What? Why are you dressed up like a fairy, lady? I don’t remember watching or even thinking about any fairytale?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Didn’t you wished to have a life like a Drama? Didn’t you say ‘I wish I was in Joseon or Goryeo era too, my life was like a historical drama’? Didn’t you?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Hahaha! This dream is hilarious.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“It’s not a dream. Your wish has been granted. You are now in Goryeo and this person that you are here, is the one you were in your previous life. You now belong to this world.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Wait a second, you mean I time travelled to my past life and in my past life I used to live in Goryeo? And in the same time, BTS’s Jin was living in Goryeo too? And also, cherry on the cake, he still looks the same as he does in his present life? And even I look the same? Lady, this is my dream. So it’s stupid I understand but why is it this much stupid?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">The woman smiled and answered “You will find out the truth. Sooner or later, you will know that this isn’t your dream, this is reality.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Okay! Suppose, just think that I have believed everything that you said and now I am in my past life. Right?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Yes.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Then what the hell am I doing here?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“You wished for it.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Wha-? I wished to live in a drama not to time-travel to my past life.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“You wished to have a life like that didn’t you? This is that life. The one which is like a historical drama set up in Goryeo.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“So, so you mean I am stuck here? You mean that I am stuck in a historical K-Drama?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“You are stuck in your previous life.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“What nonsense is this? I never had such a stupid dream.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“You will find out everything soon.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Whatever, seriously. I just want this dream to end. And by the way, why did that man didn’t understand what I said? The man outside my room?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Oh yes! In your life you didn't know how to speak <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hangul">Hangul</a>. But in this life, in your past life, you were given the education and taught all these things. So here, you can both write and read Korean.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">I was confused but more than that I was frustrated of the fact that I was unable to figure out what exactly was happening to me. I was so frustrated that without thinking any further about the whole situation, I sat in the middle of the street and started crying. I didn't even thought of what others will say or think because no matter what that woman said, I knew it was all just a big lie.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“This is all such nonsense. I want to wake up. I want to wake up. How do I usually wake from my dreams? I fall. Yes, I fall from someplace and when I open my eyes, I am awake. I have to fall from a height. Yes, yes, then it will be done. This weird dream will end.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“You are already awake.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">I looked up to see how that woman’s voice suddenly changed into a man’s and that too a familiar man’s voice.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Omo! He... you are Jin. You look so handsome with long hairs.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">'Shut up! Just shut up! No! Brishu, focus. Focus. You have to wake up.' I repeated in my mind over and over. I was too afraid that I will forget what I really wanted if I had just looked into Jin's for 2 more seconds.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“I have to wake up.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Okay, you have to fall.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">'But I am so scared.' My fear was growing but I had no other option.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“It’s okay, it’s not a real life. You are not going to get hurt, you will just wake up. Come on, you can do this.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Yes, I did fell from the tree. But <b>K-Drama Rule #1- If a girl is falling, a guy will always be there to catch her. Especially, the lead man or the second lead.</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Are you alright? What is wrong with you today, Danbi?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Danbi? Me? Wait, you are Jin. I am in Jin’s arm? This dream isn’t all that bad. I guess.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Who is Jin? Don’t you remember who I am? I am Bo-Gyeong. Remember? And what are you doing? This is the second time you are jumping off of the tree today. Why do I have to save you every single time you fall? I get it you don’t know how to walk but what kind of a person jumps from the tree intentionally? You think jumping from the tree will solve your problems? Most girls aren’t even allowed to study here and when you got a chance you are running away? And why are you running away? Didn’t you enjoy learning? You were always better than me then why did you ran away the moment Bo-Young mentioned test?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“What are you… saying? Test?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“You know how scared Bo-Young was? She came all the way to the Palace just to tell me that she can’t find you. Were you that scared over a little test? Weren't you the one who suggested it in the first place?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Aww… and you came all the way to find me? That’s so cute.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i>He is so cute.</i> My mind was singing and my heart was dancing the moment I realized he was concerned about me. Even though it was just a dream, it meant the world to me.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“What? Cute? Did you hurt your head when you fell from the tree last time? Are you alright?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Never better, Jin.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Jin? Why do you keep calling me Jin? Do you not remember me? I am Bo-Gyeong. Wang Bo-Gyeong.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i>Brishu focus. You have to get out of this dream, this all doesn’t make sense. Think, think of another way. There must be something else too that wakes you up from your dream. Think Brisha! Think!</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Kiss. Every time I try to kiss someone in my dream, I wake up before I can even touch the lips. Yes, Yes, kiss.” I was so excited having to have found out the way to get out of the dream that I didn't even realized that I spoke out the word 'KISS' out too loud.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“What? Kiss? Did someone... did you? Really?” Bo-Gyeong <a href="http://www.billboard.com/articles/columns/k-town/7850038/bts-jin-get-to-know">(Jin)</a> asked in surprise.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Shusshhh!” I put my finger on Bo-Gyeong lips and took two steps closer to him and looked into his eyes. But before I could think about anything, I was already lost in his eyes. At that moment I wasn't even aware of my actions. I brain no longer had a say in what I was doing. It was all involuntarily happening due to my heart. I caressed his cheek and smiled all too wide.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Why are you so handsome? How come I always keeps falling in love with you? God! I don’t want this dream to end. But if I won’t stop this now, I will regret my decision after waking up because I’ll want you even more. And I can’t have you. I can’t.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Have you gone crazy, Danbi? Stay away from me.” Bo-Gyeong pushed me away but I wasn't going to leave my chance. I grabbed onto his arm and pulled him closer. Bo-Gyeong had no option but to stare in amazement, his eyes were wide open as he looked at me without blinking even for once. I could see that he was surprised by my behavior but he still had confidence that whatever that I was doing was just a joke because Danbi knew that he love someone else and so does she. But to me, Barisha, this was my one and only chance to kiss the guy I was longing for since forever and also, the last chance to end this dream.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Joke and all is fine but if Wang Jun or Hwa-Young will see us, you’ll lose your love and I will lose mine.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Will you please shut up?” I put my hand on Bo-Gyeon’s (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BTS_(band)">Kim Seokjin</a>) eyes to create a barrier between what I should do and what I want. And leaned forward to kiss him. And then, as soon as my lips touched his…<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><h4><a href="http://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2017/10/bts-fanfic-second-lead-syndrome-Ch-3.html" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Continue reading</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"> Chapter- 3: Did I Kissed Him?→</span></span></a></h4></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><br />
</span></div></div></div>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-84718937940189230342017-09-06T22:58:00.010+05:302023-01-08T07:14:27.046+05:30Episode-1- The Wish | When I got stuck in a Historical Drama.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvxnH-5S4nmuEth_wuFV0VqmajmFWIHVsAJvb2_bgvJ6mgREfJ-nuPvO_sKED-xNae2XQjbjIeXkaCEaKSQTWP5K26UVH4cdMOQZ6TpiZjGn0gvt-J6MfcKnz0yXe0YNdzKJYXFc0GBuKu/s1600/Cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1109" data-original-width="1600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvxnH-5S4nmuEth_wuFV0VqmajmFWIHVsAJvb2_bgvJ6mgREfJ-nuPvO_sKED-xNae2XQjbjIeXkaCEaKSQTWP5K26UVH4cdMOQZ6TpiZjGn0gvt-J6MfcKnz0yXe0YNdzKJYXFc0GBuKu/s1600/Cover.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: large;">December 31, 2017</span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Oh no! Why? Why? Why is this drama ending already? Why?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yaar, when will you stop watching dramas? And what is with your addiction to these Koreans? I understand that you like a drama and it’s all good and you are happy watching it but what is with this continue marathon? Every single day, I mean literally every single day you are watching some drama. When are you going to start living and stop watching? Why don’t you try to have a life? Try once, please.”<i><o:p></o:p></i><br />
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</ul></div><div class="MsoNormal">Life has always been like this, well… to be honest, it wasn’t always but it has been like this ever since the moment I got struck by that arrow. No! No! Not a real arrow, it was cupid’s arrow. That cupid’s arrow made me fall in love with the guy I can never get. Again no, it isn’t some K-Drama actor. How can you even think I will fall for a K-drama actor and will wish to steal his heart some day? I mean don’t you think that will be just crazy and too big of a dream to ever come true? I am not that big of a fool but… but… yes, I am a fool. Why? Because it’s not an actor but an idol. At this very moment, audience's *HAHAHA!!* *HAHAHA!* would have been the background sound if my life was a comedy show. And honestly, sometimes I do wonder what if, our life really is a drama? May be it is because everything is just so weird and ugh! I don’t know about you but me, I am sure the drama of my life is God’s favorite show because there’s always a twist in the story. Awkward situations are always surrounding me and most importantly, I am too entertaining. Correction! I am plain crazy. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Anjali, I want to go back in the old times too. I want to fall in a river and get transported to either Joseon or Goryeo dynasty too. That happened in Scarlet heart as well. I want that to happen with me too.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“You really need to stop watching Korean shows. Seriously!”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“You already know I can't, they are my escape from reality. My source of happiness.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“If you really think that you’ll decorate your words making them sound like ‘Waah! She is so happy so I should let her do it’ and I will believe them then you are wrong. Stop it already. Wasn’t it enough when you believed that one day you'll meet your prince and spoiled half of your life finding that prince? That now you want to go to Korea, Oh wait! Not just Korea but the old time Korea too?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Ugh! At least you shouldn’t give me a lecture. Pata hai, I think I have figured it out, I have a mental disorder and that disorder is called <b>‘The Drama Syndrome’</b>. In this syndrome, the patient starts feeling that their life is a story because you know what? I have always had this habit of giving narration about my life no matter what. Even now there’s a narration going on in my mind.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Anjali bursts out in laughter “Okay. What’s narration by the way?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Gosh! Illiterate human. You know how when you are watching a Drama on stage or when you are watching a show the actor or actress’s voice describes the feelings that they can’t say or are feeling? They show it like in their brain they are saying all that, remember?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Wow!” She answers with her eyes wide open and a smile on her face which wants to be concealed but just can't...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“I know right? And na, I am pretty much like those main female lead characters. I am crazy at times, I am bubbly, I too love rain and I too dance and sing like cute people. But there’s one problem.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Oh really? And what is that problem? That you live in real life and not movies?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“I keep falling for the second lead. Why? Maybe I am meant to be the second female lead. Because either ways I am not that pretty and stuff and all the lead heroines are pretty. But I am so cute right? I should be the lead. All my life I have been the second lead. At least there I should be the main one.”<b> </b>Doing justice to the name of "drama queen" I fake a cry.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If in this world there is one person who know me better than myself then that person can be none other than my best friend Anjali. She is the only one who has seen me cry, behaving like a kid, being cranky and also, trying to not care about people or things. To every person in my life except for Anjali, I am always either- first, a spoilt kid whose parents gave her all the unnecessary freedom or second, I am an immature girl who pretends to be good and smart but is just a person who doesn’t care about people and yes, those people involves her parents too. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Out of 100 people that I know 95 people without caring always ends up with the conclusion that I am a person who once when gets obsessed with something keeps that thing dearly till I get bored because there is no feeling of attachment in me. Truth is, no one ever tries to look through this habit. Nobody cares to notice that maybe I do this because I want to be detached from reality till a certain level because sometimes it’s too harsh for me to understand or accept things I don't want people to do. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Why do I always have to stop saying things I feel when someone older than me doesn’t want to listen to them? <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Why should I keep seeing someone doing bad things because I can’t do anything?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Why do I have to sacrifice my dreams or choices to take care of people close to me?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">There are so many questions and few answers and then there is this one which is the most common and the easiest to answer any question you don’t know the answer of, <b>“It is your destiny”</b>. If only I was from a rich family and not a middle class one, maybe things were different. Maybe I wouldn’t have to stop and think a thousand times before doing something, maybe I was able to have what I want and even the things that I don't.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>December 31, 2017 11:20 PM <o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Wanhae manhi, manhi! Nana Na Na Naaaa…”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Please turn your Korean songs off. No one in this family can understand these songs.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“At least try to listen the music. And even if you don’t want listen just look at the guys. They are all so good looking. And you know this guy, this one, he is my love. The love of my life, Jin.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“They all look like girls to me. And Anjali came to me today, she said I should take your laptop away from you. She told me you really have gone crazy.” I know what is coming and honestly, I am more than bored to hear the same thing every single day. <b>When will you start working?</b> A question not just my family but even I ask myself several times. I have cried hundreds of times because no matter how hard I try, I lack that one thing that is the most important one to be able to do a job <b>‘DETERMINATION’</b>. Oh wait! There is one more <b>“NOT BEING AFRAID OF ASKING QUESTIONS”</b>. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal">“When is she going to stop? I just can’t understand what is wrong with her? When she was in school I used to pray every single day so she’ll at least complete her schooling. I thought she will become sincere, she will understand all the circumstances our family is going through on her own, but no. This girl can’t even see how difficult things are for us. Your sister is married and now it’s your turn when are you going to grow some brains and take responsibility towards your family?” My mom always say the same thing over and over and over again. She is already aware that I get angry every time these words are said, but I can’t blame her. The one who is to be blamed is nobody else but me. I wish instead of crying because I can't make it work, I can just try a little more. But the problem is, even when I try it feels too scary to carry on. Why? I don’t know or maybe I do.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“I said I’ll do it. Will you please stop saying the same thing every single day? It’s not like it’s my duty. How old am I, hah? How old am I? Is it normal for every 18 year old to do a job? I know my sister did it nobody asked her. Still, she did it because she was a responsible kid but I am not her. I am not and I will never be. So please, I beg you please, just please let me be. Stop forcing me. Just let me live a little more and I promise I will do a job. I will focus on my career. I promise. But please stop this for now. It is not my duty.” <i><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Leaving the place after saying such harsh words and locking myself in a dark room is the only answer I give to that question every time it is asked. It’s not like it’s intentional but it’s the reflex reaction my brain’s defense mechanism makes me take. But as much as I force it to be an answer if you’ll look closely, it’s just an excuse to ignore my responsibilities. Because no matter how hard I try, how much I struggle, I keep failing my own expectations of myself. And if there is one thing I am most embarrassed of doing than that thing is failing.<br />
It’s a tragedy, my life is just a big tragedy with a lot of ironies here and there. I expect more from myself than I expect from others, or others expect from me. I am not afraid of failing others’ expectations but if I fail them then I will fail mine too. It’s all just a vicious circle that no matter how much you try to break, you will only end up blaming yourself. I will end up blaming myself.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
“Okay, calm down! Brishu calm down. Stop crying. It’s not your fault. You can do anything in the world. Right? You can do anything in the world. I am the best. I, Brisha is the best. Calm down, please. Brishu you are strong right? Please, please stop crying.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">From the whole <b>‘Let me live- Let us live’</b> game, this is the part I hate the most. This part is called <b>‘Take-care-of-yourself-because-no-one-else-can’</b> quite long? I like keeping it long. Helps in not creating misunderstandings. In this part of my life, the job I have to do is simple, yes of course it is painful and it always leaves me with a swollen face. Even though, I don't have to do it myself, there is just no one else that I can hug and cry in front of. There’s no one who can console me. Not because nobody cares about me but because this is the way I am. I refuse to cry in front of people but I still end up crying and then to make things awkward I pretend to be fine and make some joke to let others feel that I am fine and I can take care of myself while the other person know I can’t. And so, because I am trying to act this way, they think it’s better to leave me on my own. But well, sad things later because I was talking about the process, so yes, this is how it goes…<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>1<sup>st</sup> thing: </b>Crying thinking the world is such a bad place.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>2<sup>nd</sup> thing:</b> My life sucks because the truth is I am the bad person.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>3<sup>rd</sup> thing:</b> Cursing myself continues.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>4<sup>th</sup> thing:</b> It finally ends and now it’s time to console myself.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>5<sup>th</sup> thing:</b> The most important part. Going out of the room, controlling my tears as I wash my face and then making a wish…<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“I wish I was in Joseon or Goryeo era too. I wish I was from a rich family in that time, at least. How amazing would it have been if my life was like a K-Drama? Haha! I wish.”</div><h4><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Ah! Here's a little tip for you: Next time you make a wish, be careful of your words.<br />
<h4><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2017/09/stuck-in-historical-drama-ep-2.html" style="font-weight: normal;" target="_blank">Continue reading Episode-2→</a></h4></div></h4>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-24260374909081424512017-09-06T02:49:00.002+05:302020-04-10T14:47:26.948+05:30When I Got Stuck In A Historical Drama- About The Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="615" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNucrvcYxYSWRtc9_5NmTVzjkqPIqlAwam0ShiQnpgFdhGEcpTS4hN_jwDo6usADWF9ksMRDGO0VxqJj1SS3CacHAe7Z6zRORnkjmc8Cw3cRyh12JTjhnC0LE9FNFpoGe_9XGdONE3N0rT/s1600/joseon...jpg" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Disclaimer</u></b></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: center;"><b>No events, names or characters are taken from the real history except, for the time period.</b><b>All the characters and events are work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead or to actual firms, is purely co-incidental.</b></h3><div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><b>About the story:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Barisha, an 18 year old Indian girl from a simple mediocre class family, one day found an everlasting love and comfort in Korean Dramas. The Dramas were so similar to her fantasies that she used to spend all her time in watching them. Frustrated from the difficulties and responsibilities in her life, every night with the hope of waking up and having a different life, she used to make the same wish "I wish my life too was like a K-Drama. I wish I was the main character of it". But you know what the wise people said, "when one makes a wish, he should always be careful with his words".<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Story of the life of that same 21st century girl when she accidentally falls in her dream place South Korea but, during the Joseon era.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Will the ever so obsessed-with-love girl will find her love in Joseon?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">And what will happen when she will find her favorite idol <a href="https://btsdiary.com/facts/jin/">Kim SeokJin</a> in Joseon?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Wait a second, has her wish even came true?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Will her life will be as simple as the Dramas? Maybe not.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Genre:</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comedic_genres" target="_blank">Comedy,</a> <a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/search/label/Genre-Fantasy" target="_blank">Fantasy</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_fiction" target="_blank">Fan- Fiction</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Historical_fiction" target="_blank">Historical</a>, <a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/search/label/Genre-Romance" target="_blank">Romantic</a> </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Chapter List:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2017/09/when-i-got-stuck-in-historical-drama-Ep-1.html">Episode 1: I wish</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2017/09/stuck-in-historical-drama-ep-2.html" target="_blank">Episode- 2: Wait, what?</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2017/10/bts-fanfic-second-lead-syndrome-Ch-3.html">Episode 3: I kissed Jin</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2017/10/when-stuck-in-a-historical-drama-Ch-4.html" target="">Episode 4: Such A Destiny</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://meghawriter.blogspot.com/2017/12/when-stuck-in-a-historical-drama-Ch-518.html">Episode 5: She isn't <i>NOT </i>Pretty</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Meghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827774840341312545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768052165816489303.post-9514472754467197742017-08-13T09:00:00.002+05:302021-06-12T06:09:06.057+05:30Q&A: Navya Raut's Question: How to fall in love again?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">QUESTION:</span> I met a guy online and after few hours of chatting
he convinced me that he's madly in love with me and he's someone I was looking
for in my life ( yeah, he's a charmer). So we got into a
"relationship" ( you know the online thing, nothing in real). After a
year of coaxing, begging and pleading (from my side, he was more than happy to
have a "virtual" girlfriend) we met. He was tall,fair with a low IQ (
I thought that, but he's got a brain of a devil) guy and I am also not bad when
it comes to appearance, so, we looked good together. At first everything was
hunky and dory as I always compromised as I tried to be the "perfect
girlfriend" (at least for me it was a "real thing", god I am
feeling so stupid as I am writing this) for never having him around, we never
went on date or for movies or never met just to hold hands, to spend time
together. After 2 years or so, he wanted to get intimate and he always had time
for that but he never had time for me if I was in some trouble or when some
pervert was stalking me or when I am feeling low. I never felt so lonely in my
life ( there were innumerable red flags in my relationship that I just chose to
ignore,..relationship, I still refer to it as a relationship). I wanted to meet
his friends and family, that never happened. I tried to introduce him to my
family and friends ( do I need to tell you whether he agreed or not?). We went
around for almost 5 years( yes, 5 years!!!) I had never loved anyone in my life
so madly and he was the only guy I trusted blindly. One day I found out
(accidently) that he had lied about his identity..He has given me a fake name,a
fake residential address. I was too stunned to ask.. why???? ( as if he'd given
an honest answer) I walked out of the relationship there and then. After that I
have shut myself down emotionally. It's been 4 years since I broke up,many
great, nice,caring,warm guys came to my life but all I can think is- Deep down
all you guys are the same, cut out from the same fabric. I know I need love, I
deserved to be loved. But I am still in shock and no matter what I am not being
able to be emotionally available.</span></i></span></h4>
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Dear Navya,</h2>
Can't thank you enough for writing me but I will still thank you anyway. I hope my advice will help and I hope I can redeem the huge favor you have done by sharing your story with me.<br />
The guy you fell in love with, that handsome love witted guy was probably never in love with you. It hurts right? Been there too but I also know that it still pains less than begging someone to love you and get if you the same importance that you give to them, or if not the same at least, a little. But you know that's where we human go wrong, there are times when we realize that the thing in our that we called love for all this time, was something else. So, we shut ourselves down and force our mind to think it was but trust me it wasn't and the fact that it wasn't is the best thing for you. You don't even know how much you deserve because its too much, you'll be surprised when you'll get it all.<br />
The feeling that they've all been cut out from the same fabric is something I can relate with you on and its kind of something a lot of girls can relate to too.<br />
But you know what? I'll tell you a little secret, no man, no girl, no woman, no boy basically, no one is purely good or purely bad. Every person who appears to be bad has something good hidden side and vice versa, what makes them good is love. That love can be in any form but at the end of the day its love. If I'll tell you that there was a guy, mean to everyone but there was one he never treated bad, the one he cared for. I am sure you can cut out the image of someone in your mind, that person who changes him is the person he likes and wants to change for. I know the story and explanation seems to never end so long story short, We all have one person for us someone who looks the exact same like everybody else, someone who behaves pretty much the same but is made for you. All you need to do, is find that person in the crowd of the guys who look just like him. Difficult much? Too much, I know but love isn't easy to get. And most importantly, there's one more secret <b>Don't struggle, when you are ready for him and when he is ready for you, the deities will bring you two together. And then, no matter what happens, you will fall for him</b>. Just trust me on this.<br />
There is a thing that we don't understand while longing for the things that we want is that it never comes to you till you cant understand the meaning for it. If you won't fall how will you learn to rise? So don't you think its better to fall then to never do it and never be able to learn that there's a thing like falling? What I mean is, If you won't long for love if you won't learn what the pain of not being treated nicely is, how will you be able to protect the one really made for you from all that pain? You get it right? I know you did. And if you didn't, I am just a comment away you know.<br />
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Acha, and the last piece of advice I will give you is, make yourself ready. The faster you'll turn into your best self, the fatser he will find you. All you need to do, is find the one who brings out the best in you and you brings the best out.<br />
All the best to you. Fighting!!!<br />
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Love,<br />
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