Appearing in the world unclad and later concealing yourself, will it be easy for them to uncover the layers? When one forfeits hope, the other carries them; that's what love is. A saga that revolves around two individuals whose worlds revolve around...
A Canvas suffered when all the coloursblended brutally Rendering it black
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It was a spectrum of emotions, gushing towards the wrong path when the correct one was out of reach.
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Sometimes we get fed up with it. Totally. With Life. The world constantly moves fast and faster but we left remain frozen in our seats. Seats of regret, trauma, & panic. As if waiting to be shaken with urgent adoration that deep inside our hearts and mind is starving. It's not as if someone had abandoned us like a shell. However, there is a place longing for condolence that only few can understand & least can heal. Sometimes it's not just the heart that needs love... mind craves to be cherished and heard as well.
A whisper of the rumbling leaves told his story to God. Waiting to get medicine so it could be delivered to him. Perhaps he should be delivered to the medicine.
He couldn't tremble. He has responsibilities tugging at his shoulders. He reminded himself each time.
It wasn't a new day. Lethargic as always. Anirudh came back from the court. He entered the RoyChowdhury Mansion and at first sight, he saw his brother Somnath reading through medical files in Living Room. Bihari brought two glasses of water in a tray for Him and His Kaka. Abruptly, Kaka and Som engaged in crispy whereabouts of the court scenario. Tiredly, Anirudh sighed. Assuring a small smile of victory to Som, he hurried towards his father's room.
"Dad-da", A tiny toddler wrapped her hands around his legs, grinning gleefully as soon as he stood near the doorstep of the room. He gulped looking at his daughter-like baby sister, Sashwati. She threw her hands in the air, he forced smile before picking her up in his arm. She pecked his cheek, smiling.
"How is my Sashwati?" He cooed. He caressed her smooth pigtails. She glared at him pinching his nose. Sashwati kicked her legs in the air eventually getting a kick on his stomach. Damn! Girls and their obsession with their hair.
"Ow", He groaned.
"You naughty girl", Sampoorna yelled, taking her in her arms. She scowled at her. "Look at him, so Caring. And you! Bad Girl!" she scolded her. "Sorry Anirudh", She smiled apologetically.
Sampoorna when became Maa in actual senses for all four kids of Binoy-- it was tough to decipher. Her heart dripped the molten gold since Sashwati made her way into her life. She turned gold from rusty iron. Her way to simplicity was now her peace.
"It's okay" He smiled. "How is he?" Anirudh asked with tense lines on features.
"Waiting for you" He eagerly walked inside to find his father tearing the pages and making origami on the floor. He slowly sat beside him. Sampoorna smiled before leaving for the kitchen.
