If Parvati knew that one day would change her entire life, perhaps she would have changed her fate. Fate was not created though, for it was written, and at the tender age of four, Parvati didn't even have the illusion of choice to support her.
Parvati Kalelkar, a four year old girl was new in her nursery class. Her mother had moved to Mumbai with her from Delhi, leaving her father behind. When they all lived together in Delhi, Parvati would fearfully witness numerous fights between her parents, and it often ended with her mother in tears.
It was her first day of nursery when her life changed. She was not happy about leaving her mom behind, and when she got taken into the class, the other students didn't make it any better for her.
Once she entered the room, the teacher introduced her to the entire class.
"Kids, we have Parvati Kalelkar," Miss Aashna Ganguly introduced. "Please welcome her!"
The class then went to draw and colour. Parvati went to sit at a table, and none of the other kids invited her to join them, when they were all colouring together.
She sat in silence, with a blank sheet of paper and no crayons except a white one in front of her... because the white crayon never got used. The other students took the rest of the crayons.
All of a sudden, a boy, slightly chubby, with puffy cheeks, walked up to her and offered her his pack of crayons.
Parvati looked up at him.
"Do you want?" he asked her.
Parvati nodded innocently.
The boy placed his entire crayon pack on the table for her and then walked the other way to play with his friends.
Parvati watched him go with a smile on her face.
The boy's name was Anshuman Shenoy as she would soon find out, and he was going to be the reason she suffered the most in this world, but also the reason she had so much to hold on to.
He wasn't going to let her stay, nor would he let her go. He wouldn't let her love him fully, nor would he let her leave him fully. He was a paradox, and he was going to turn her life into one too.
A voice in her subconscious mind when she first met Anshuman, almost whispered, "Let me love you... and lose you too..." as if this story was written a long time ago, by an author who did not have a form, nor a name, yet acted through her very body and soul.
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