Redux (Discontinued)

Alliances and Analogies.

A/N: Welcome back! This is the captain speaking. There have been storms of discontent and frustration on this flight and even an emergency landing, but we are back. Here is the next chapter of Redux. If any old readers are still reading, thank you for coming back. I plan to finish this book by the end of April - my main goal is to finish what I started and not let the quality go to hell. Have fun and feel free to hit me up with comments about what you thought was good, bad and ugly. I'll also be taking requests for one shots as writing practice so feel free to ask!

Working with both of your hands and not knowing where to begin is hard, but you'll do it in the end. Especially if you are smart enough to get a highly reputable position that had a tough entrance exam. They weeded out the ones that would not survive and you survived. You are halfway there. In a way, you have already won.

In a way.

Sanyukta bit her lip and suppressed a sigh. Sighing would make her look weak. The last thing she wanted was to give the unexpected and unwelcome attachment leashed to her arm the idea that she was tired or god forbid – afraid. She'd learnt from painful first-hand experiences that when power games were involved even a ghost of the possibililty of fear could precede a downfall. Sanyukta was sick of finding herself clutching her hopes and dreams like they were broken pieces of glass. She always cut herself on them and she'd always ended up with bruised dreams instead of bruised knees. Physical pain she could handle. It was the idea of not being good enough, the thirst to prove herself right and the voice in her head that suggested a million ways to get done things done after she had faced a failure that killed her peace of mind.

But now, the very possibility of doing anything less than her best didn't just make her feel afraid, it terrified her.

She'd always been a good student, quick to learn and to take the effort to use the knowledge she had gained like a toolbox rather than a single tool. Innovation and Experimentation was the way she had always interacted with the things around her, even as a child.

A tug at her wrist made her pull her arm the opposite direction, only to gently brush against a screwdriver

Sanyukta bit her lip at the thought of her favourite memory. Her mother tending to a scrapped shin after a rather enthusiastic but unfortunate session with a screwdriver. She'd always been terribly tactile but also rather tactless- that was what her mother had chanted to her, like some kind of miraculous mantra that might change her ways.

The tugging grew more persistent and evolved to a rough yank, making Sanyukta bite her lip hard to suppress her groan of pain. The rope was going to leave burns.

No weakness.

"If you want to daydream atleast let me do my work" the irritated growth on her right hand growled

Sanyukta grabbed the hammer and nodded wordlessly, remembering her resolution to not upset Randhir. Not now, especially since the dream team sponsorship was at stake. For now, she would endure. She would experience, analyse and understand. She would, for the sake of her dream, learn how the part of the dream team machine called Randhir Singh Shekhawat operated. And then, she would make sure its malfunctions did not affect the last lap to victory.

Because that was what she was here for. To win.

Sanyukta A- Sanyukta had not come to FITE to understand Randhir the person.

Attachments would be deadly, she knew. A distraction, both emotional and physical.

It did not matter.