The man ran through the dense woods, his breath ragged, heart pounding with desperation. He pushed through the tangled branches, stumbling over roots and rocks, his only focus on reaching his beloved. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, she remained just out of reach, her image flickering like a mirage in the distance. His desperation grew as he realized that no matter how fast or far he ran, he may never reach her as she disappeared from his sight as sand, collapsing to his knees, tears streaming down his face, he cried out her name in anguish...
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He got up from his bed sweat beads rolling down his forehead. Reaching for the bedside lamp, he stopped and withdrew his hands. The burned photograph of his beloved has been turned out to face the room. It was always facing towards him, towards the bed, not away from it.
He took the photograph in his hand and clenched it near his heart. His eyes full of hatred but beneath it hides his pain and longing.
He: The day you left me I felt empty and desperate but more than that I was filled with hate and anger towards you, towards Mrs Aginihotri.
With this, he got up and went for his run, his desire to win against the sun and his destiny.
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Somewhere
She stood on the stage, basking in the applause of captivated audience. She was successful, accomplished, and fulfilled, her hard work was finally paying off. She felt a sense of pride and satisfaction like never before looking at her parents and her prince charming and all the people who she loved and supported her as stood at the pinnacle of her life. But just as she was about to savor her triumph, she was jolted awake, the remnants of her success fading into the morning light by her dearest Ajju
Aaji: Wake up my dear Astha. Wake up early we need to go to Old-age home as we are taking them on a trip to Lonavala for Savita's granddaughter's program. Get up fast or else we will be late.
The girl sleeping peacefully, her beauty accentuated by the soft light filtering through the window. As she stirs, a gentle awakening begins, like a flower unfurling its petals at dawn, revealing the grace and serenity that lie within her slumber but the beautiful images shatter as she speaks in an annoyed voice
Aastha: Don't worry Ajju, I am getting up and will be ready in 10 minutes. I along with Riya have made all the preparations for our trip and the only thing remaining is that we setoff
Aaji: Alright get ready fast and all the bags are packed by your mother
As soon as Aaji finishes speaking a woman walks into the room she is splitting image of Aastha but a more mature and graceful image. The woman is Kalindi Kirloskar, Aastha's beloved mother. Kalindi comes forward and twists her daughter's ear.
Aastha: Ouch! ouch! Aai you are hurting my ears and why are you twisting my ears what have I done? Ajju you speak something to Aai
Aaji: Why are you twisting my Aasthu's ear? Leave her ear she would be hurt and what has she done that you are twisting her ears.
Kalindi: Aai you don't know what your dear Aasthu has done. She lied to the matron of the old age home that she is taking them on pilgrimage and if she continued to lie then one day she would fall into great trouble
Aastha: Aai, what I have said was a white lie and don't you always say that lie which is said for the doing a good deed is not a lie. Please, stop twisting my ears or else I will be late.
As Aastha free's her ear and dashes towards bathroom leaving her mother speechless.
Aaji: Kalindi, what Aastha has told is right now leave it all and help me arrange breakfast and after that, we will leave for our journey
Kalindi: Alright Aai
To be continued...
Aaji: grandmother
*Aai: mother
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