Love is an emotion that hits to hurt, that is all Shivaay has learnt. Omkara, who's lucky enough to find love, has lost his inner self. The silver lining of the dark lives of these brothers, is Rudra, their sole support. What cures the life of these...
Looking at the sky, the moon glowing with its beautiful light, Shivaay was wondering of all he went through that day. Wrecked up, messed and shabby, that was his situation, after his phone call convo with Om. Now he knew how devastating it could be to face the reality of his brother, forget facing him altogether. He went up to his desk, looking at his diary. There were times when he really needed the solace of writing, for the pain becomes tough to retain in the heart. Soothing can be provided by inanimate things, and it made him think of the animosity, sometimes objects mean more to us than humans.
This habit of writing started when all his tragedies had stormed over his life. He had no one, no one as unbiased as this diary. Everyone knew everything, everyone saw and felt it. But he just needed someone who could listen to his point of view, or rather something. Without all the premonitions, without the ability to think. It could not be a human, he knew, so he just used up this diary; and now this diary knows more of him than he could himself. It made him expressive, it made him a human who had feelings in the first place, who could think emotionally. No wonder he would have married her, if Daisy (his diary) were a woman.
And now he sees Daisy's personification, Annika.
Now before this (purported) love story, turns into the story of a man and a diary, let's just peek into his mind for once. ;-) (the third person wink.)
Saturday,
I could have just lost my head and my cool, I could have lashed at Om for that dry laugh, and ask him what was so funny, but I just stopped there. I was perhaps happy to hear the voice, I had missed secretly. And the way Annika consoled me, was the best thing. I would love to fall in such problems just to get a consoling touch from her.
She made me sit, we had food, and I was surprisingly cured. As if there was some sort of magic working it's way. Problems just don't have an upper hand when Annika's around, I just hope it gets better.
Life shone hard on me, multiple times. It has blemished Annika too, but she knows a way out which I lack. Now I know the way out, it's Annika for me. The liberation. The soulful melody resulting from a soulless world. That was Annika, at least for me.
I forgot to write the full date. But then, wanna leave it. I'm feeling lazy.
Love, Shivaay.
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