DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM

Full summary. Awdhesh. Radhika. Uzair. Will forcing your love on someone you think you are in love with would make them fall in love with you in return? Would that be okay to force someone to love you with the same intensity you love them with? Could stubbornly adhering to a purpose you think is right will make it morally right? Will it? Would that be morally right to crave someone's presence till they have become yours completely? Would your obsession with someone make you cross all the moral limits to just have your urges satisfied by getting them in your clutches? Could a person turn into an obstinacy? Because there seemed to be a person who could. • • • This is a story about a girl: Radhika, who lost her parents in an unforeseen tragic accident leaving behind a very small toddler brother upon her. Trying to keep herself sane for the sake of her brother, she intended to live for him somehow, and anyhow. A few months later, her life took a toll yet again on her, a

01— After three dreadful months. “Life is never hard under the protective shades of our parents. The struggle starts when we decide to move out from that shade.” — Saumya Tripathi “If only you were here,” staring at the clear sky with little stars twinkling almost brightly, I muttered. “There is nothing the same with you both leaving us,” the welled-up tears in my eyes felt too heavy to carry. “Life has been so hard without you both.” It happened inexplicably. One movement we were fervently emitting family: just the four of us: no worries, no stress, no pain, no grief. Nothing. Just pure elation and extreme euphoria skirting around our household. Patently, yet another plausible pronounced merry family. LIFE- it gives you chances, a lot of them of that sort, to amend your mistakes. Mistakes that you would have made in the past whether you did them purposely or unintentionally. But at some point, it did happen. Whatever, they are a part of life without them we learn nothing. We ca

03— Tears of anxiety and anguish. “Words mean nothing until and unless it is felt.” — Saumya Tripathi “Doesn't everything feel strange?” With a lump in my throat and a tight feeling in my chest which seeped into the veins, I exhaled with difficulty. He left without even sparing a single glance my way. That was the only question which was resounding in my psyche, all together as if everything was normal for him. Minutes ambled by. . . Standing there, alone in the foreign room with just my little brother and me, and no- one else: just us, I stood stunned and, most probably confused and dumbfounded. I wasn't able to proceed regarding what had happened. But the heavy questions remained in my mind, hovering over me, disturbing me with more questions to which I didn't have any answers, unsteadily revolting me to no end. Why would he want us here? What would he get while abducting us? Why was he forcing us to stay with him? Who was he, anyway? With the heart in my mouth, everythin

05— Miserable. “Healing is never easy. It is the most painful and hurtful path. Yet it is essential for the growth of humans in mental, physical and psychological states. Trust the process.” — Saumya Tripathi Although sleeping, my brain was already replaying the disconcerted scenes that I'd suffered yesterday night. Everything came hiking back in a hurried rush. I was stuck somewhere in a state of sleepiness and drowsiness. I was so confused when I woke up. My thoughts were hazy and everything looked different. I wasn't even in the state of consciousness, fully. I blinked rapidly the cloudiness of sleep from my eyes to see; to make out my surroundings. Regardless of my hazy thoughts and confused slumber, I tried to remember but nothing came to mind. I felt tired and groggy but eventually, I sat up unsteadily still pondering over the situation. Promptly, my breath hitched up when I let my eyes wander around all over the enormously— huge and spacious room. Why was I here? This wa

07— Two days afterwards. “Sometimes we feel so little yet say so much.” —Saumya Tripathi “Life is an unexpected rollercoaster ride,” the thought invaded my mind as I stared into nothingness. Sometimes in life, we anticipate those things which are not in our hands; perhaps it is human nature that always moves but gets less. However, life is so uncanny: strange and difficult to understand or to even explain that no one could be sure of anything regardless of what they say. If one were to explain life they would have never been able to. Befuddled perhaps but things can never be predicted about what could happen next, likely in the very next movement. The truth is— the things we anticipate the most never seem to come true and the things we would have never imagined even in our own dreams— happen in reality. Such as myself; I could have never expected such a ferocious day when my parents might die in such an unpredictable car accident. It was a moment of uncertainty that struck us hard