Disclaimer; This is a continuation of Patna chronicles; the battle begins
The pre-battle scenario was pretty much the same as it always is. There was sadness, sorrow. People wanted to escape and the battle seemed inevitable. But here is how the brave ones live; they would rather embrace death than live in misery.
Of course, the people, the misery, the sorrow all rested in the heart of a woebegone individual that I would refer as “me”.
But what had made this person miserable?
Her sister’s marriage.
Maybe partly she was sad because the festive fragrance in the air had gone and her normal life was going to be back on track.
Maybe she was sad because Patna might have made her miss Surat but the truth was Surat was all set to haunt her even more. (The college, the studies, the career and Oh! her sad little confused mind! All were waiting for her back in her home)
But mostly she was sad because she missed her sister very badly.
So much that her heart ached just by hearing her name.
But what had led to this sudden missing thingy?
Her sister had not been living with her for quite some time. And the sometime here means years. She had never missed her sister so badly before (except when she left home for the first time). So, why now?
Because all these years, she had known that her sister was her sister. She will go away and she will always come back home.
And now suddenly her sister was somebody’s wife. She will go away and she might not come back home.
I wish she could explain what vast difference these two sentences made but she can’t.
I think she lacks appropriate words to describe and more importantly she lacks a little freedom of speech here.
(^For the uncensored version, read her personal diary. But since that is not quite feasible so we would just leave it a mystery)
The pre-battle scenario was pretty much a mysterious blend of tears of joys and sorrows. Since my joy retention capability sucked in a most pathetic way, all I was left with was sadness.
And I confess my heart was aching. I confess my eyes were swollen because of crying every night. I wanted to shout at some people. I wanted to curse them in the most merciless way. But I couldn’t.
Sadness is an odd mixture of anger and sorrow. Two of the most powerful emotions in the world.
The question of how a simple amateur emotion like happiness combats with these two is something that I will never be able to understand.
It somehow reminds me of the famous Hollywood movie – Baby’s day out.
But anyway, has anyone ever been able to prevent the inevitable?
And I am sure my heart was, in fact, is exaggerating the situation. Marriage is a happy thing! Heart! Stop being such a party pooper!
Oh! Heart! Silently swallow your pain, don’t let it show again!
Eyes have swelled and weakened, don’t let them rain again!
I am sure hope stays nearby! He will buy you a smile,
Till then have a fake one! I am sure it will last some miles.
I know you won’t believe but what could have been done?
How in hell, in the midnight, could you bring up the sun?
And the night is not that dark, see how the stars shine?
So, sit here, shut your mouth, don’t let me hear you whine!
I am sure Optimism is busy, got her kids to drop to school,
But heart! She is our neighbor; she will come back soon,
And I know Hope is a loner, wanders from streets to streets,
But being the foodie that he is, he will come back to eat!
And love never dies, the eldest vampire we know,
With the constant need of blood you pump where else can he go?
So, what is it you fear, bud? They all are there with you,
It’s a bright sunny day out here, don’t sit back there in blue…
And with that Signing off,
P.S. To read the next part of this series, you may click here; Patna Chronicles- the battle continues