" Woh meri zindagi ka,
Aik unkaha qissa hai,
Mujh ko kar day mukumal,
Aisa zaroori hissa hai. "
And she asked me what set them apart, I told her I'd end up writing a book.
Based off my #IconicShivika thread, presenting a comprehensive and periodical...
I'm a wreck. I'm devastated. I'm on the verge of collapsing. But I'm never too naive to stay mum when victimized. Nor am I too quick to let other people's insanity effect my sanity. I am who I am. A warrior. Always calm & composed. Annika isn't the epitome of melancholy & a symbol of meaningless ultimate sacrifice. But there's a thing about being a warrior, you can't let them run over you, but you can't replicate their actions either, because that isn't the person you are. She wasn't afraid to stand up for herself & her father. But she wasn't the one who could forget all the good times, just like they'd supposedly forgotten her. Sometimes you love something so much that it may hurt you, but hurting it just hurts you more. She wasn't backing out because that's what a Bahu would do. She backed out because even if for a brief period of time, she'd shared good memories with them. She wasn't ready to forget those times like they supposedly had. So she deemed it better to walk away. She wouldn't let her self esteem be crumbled. But she isn't the one who seeks revenge. When she despises something or someone, she moves on. She only focuses on wiping her tears away. She is Annika, sirf Annika.
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