~ A tale of a friendship crushed and an affection triumphed ~
Best Ranking : #1 in ShraMan #12 in General Fiction
Shravan and Suman, Childhood best friends, inseparable so to say. Suman, a feisty and hot headed girl, her only goal in life, to be ac...
This time, I pushed it a little too far, even by my own standards. I checked Wattpad and based on its servers, I last updated in April 2019! That's 9 months! What in the actual hell was I thinking? The time for apologizing was gone in like July, so I won't even try. I understand that a lot of you may have lost interest in the story and no part of the blame is yours if you have. If a writer isn't doing their bit, the readers can't really do much anyway. To those of you who have stuck by and regularly asked me for updates, much love and appreciation to you folks because I, for one, do not deserve readers like you. To anyone reading this, I swear I haven't forgotten about Alfaaz or any of my other works, and I am on it now.
As for this update, I will not waste more time and dive straight into it. It's been so long that even I had to go back and re-read the previous chapters. So you may have to brush your memories, apologies for that too. With that, here's presenting, Azal.
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Dear Diary,
It's been a while since we have met. I needed you when I was at my lowest and I needed you when I was not. I haven't forgotten about you but off late, I didn't need to fill your pages with my thoughts because I have someone who reads me even when I do not wish to be read.
You know her. Yes, the same girl who I complained to you about. To brush my memory, I read you and all of your predecessors to check how many times I've mentioned her. I lost count but she didn't stop making her appearance in you or in my life. Remember when I dampened your pages each night? Immediately after moving to London. Those days were killing me a bit each day. Until I met Eric that is. I wonder sometimes, how it would be if he hadn't found me. Kismet. We had to meet, it had to be like this.
I genuinely can't believe everyone thought I attempted suicide. In hindsight, it makes sense. What was I thinking? It continues to be one of life's many enigmas. Yes, I was attempting to answer a rather pressing question, "How much pain can one endure until no more can be borne?" I realize now, that was an answer I didn't need. I realize now, that was a question that never needed to be asked. I learned two things that night; Eustace loves me as his own and that the only thing constant in life is change.
Ma and Pa too, you know? There was a time when I loathed them for what they put me through only to realize that we are all fighting our own demons. As kids, we put our parents on a pedestal as though they aren't human. But they are parents by virtue of being human. I see that now. Nothing makes me happier than to see them so irreversibly in love with each other. Yes, I had it hard, but they didn't have it easy either. Things have a way of not working out at times. To be honest, if shit hadn't hit the roof like it did, way back when, I wouldn't have been who I am today. What happened wasn't the best but it sure happened for the best. I now have two full sets of parents, mine and Eric's along with an additional dad in Eustace and occasional mom in Amanda. It's funny to think that Am who happens to be younger than me biologically loves playing mom.
