"Naa kasme hain naa rasme hain, naa shikwe hain naa wade hain
Ek surat bholee bhalee hai, do naina sidhe sade hain
Aaisa hee rup khayalo me tha, aaisa maine socha tha
Han tum bilkul waisee ho, jaisa maine socha tha"
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"When we met, there was a pull. Like two magnets unsure of the way we wanted to feel. You told me that night you were afraid of fireworks but loved colors in the sky. And all week I've been wondering if I could be a color you'd want to know." — Courtney Peppernell, Mending the Mind
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Approximately a year after Madrika's arrival in their household, Suravi sensed a significant shift in the atmosphere of her home. It was as if a kinder version of Sumitra had returned, although none of the Kashi siblings believed it was possible for their haughty older sister to reduce her arrogance. Kaushalya started to spend more time with the new Yuvrani, leaving Suravi to her own devices. In the absence of her younger sister, Suravi became engrossed in reading, clothing, jewelry, and, surprisingly, discussions with her parents. A new gap had formed between the King and his heir. They did not spend much time together, except in court, and even then, they were unable to communicate effectively.
Kaushal became ill again, leaving him bedridden, and Rani Kritika extremely anxious. Smita found herself assisting her co-wife in caring for the youngest Royal sibling. Until he eventually passed on. With nothing else to do or another way to cope with such a loss, walks on the beach with both of her parents made Suravi feel grounded in the world, which was beginning to reveal small cracks.
Karthav appreciated the distraction, as it was evident that weeks of stress were taking a toll on his mental health. The headstrong king could lead his kingdom, but all was not well. Chandana grew increasingly concerned, accompanying him wherever possible. This often resulted in them forgetting certain tasks, and evening walks were definitely among them.
Today was yet another day, and Suravi quickly learned that both of her parents were running late for their regular walk. Something was amiss, though. The sun seemed to be a little too bright, the Ganges River was running a bit too fast, the air was a bit too still, and her insides felt too out of order. The birds sang, as usual, their beautiful voices echoing everywhere. The soothing surroundings lulled her into something of a trance, and her eyes were lost in the natural state of the riverbank. Hence, when an animal approached her, it took a moment for her to realize that something was wrong.
A buck, with a handsome coat of fur, stood before her, staring, unsure whether he should approach the human or not. Deciding on the former, he nudged her arm and then used his snout to direct her towards the direction he wanted to.
Suravi observed the deer grew rather agitated, upon noticing that she wasn't doing as he asked. So, without warning, it sprints off, prompting his help to do the same.
