Chapter 7: Fluttering Flies

मालूम नहीं था कुछ इस तरह तुम्हारा जाना होगा,
कश्ती में सामान समेठ कर इस तरह निकलना होगा,
वो पल हमेशा आँखों में समाना चाहता है,
ये दिल फिरसे तुम्हारे पास आना चाहता है।

That was a long break but was mandatory, wait did you missed the last stop...
Oh ho! Go visit the station before, so that journey will flow without any flaw.
Am waiting...

So the horn blows and off we go on our to next station, which can might remind you of your days when those eyes first blinked after seeing you. The Casanova feeling about your first remarkable essence of love plunges your soul into the swimming pool of misunderstandings. Momo was very well prepared to meet her new admirer, wait do you know who momo is? 

Momo is the worded endearment for Amyra and so he named his diary as Momo, when at first i saw it, the glance showered an aroma of blissful tea fluttering in the gardens of Assam. The fresh pages reminded me of landless clouds, the letters dancing reminded me of ants marching, it was all arranged magnificently. But Amyra flushed her good mood in the toilet, she slept inside the toilet which made her lack of time to complete her remaining assignments. She woke with an instinct of repetition of her name but it was us who were banging on the door, such a masterpiece she is! Now what she don’t have is time, and lack of time blew her patience level to hit the ground. She misspelled Rakshit’s name and asked him to leave the place immediately, the string of ignorance drove him to the sun and back. He was trying to explain but she didn’t seem to show interest in his sense ful verse which meant non sense to her. His attempts were murdered by the amount of anger Amyra was holding. I requested him to leave and preserve his efforts, calming him with my words sought to help him. He left, but the anger was still on Amyra’s head. She leaped on to her table and jammed into the flow of writing. She was as intelligent as fish swimming in the lake, but dumb in listening to the love crackers which began to blow in her heart. The sun was about to set and what she never misses is the engrossing effects of setting sun, she climbed and went upstairs to engulf the positivity. She revived her memory and observed that she was wrong. The sun went down and she walked with damped foot which brought her downstairs. I was standing right there focussing on each of her cycle, being repetitively revolving around the same axis, Rakshit. Her conscience were forth seen and strict to her brain premise, but rather forcing her to limit her fluttering flies within herself.  The next day was the show stopper for their intrinsic love story, they started falling apart like never before. Things started getting messed up but still he was trying his level best to initiate a conversation between them and as usual it ended up with a sad appraisal. Days went on and everything started getting normal but what was his condition, nobody knows. The fuel stations for him passed up but he never stopped giving up everything he wanted, just for his little heart. Amyra was very lucky to found a friend who loved her so much but she was incapable to listen to her heart who was yelling in pampering care offered by Rakshit’s heart. It all looked like a screenplay running in front of me, it was felt like a typical Bollywood film starring Shahrukh khan and Kajol. But the difference was that, here the climax is not shot by Karan Johar. We keep on sharing images produced in our mind to the world but its not every time that people around you would interpret this rightly, some may take it as inverted or some may grant it a a totally new face. We are being backed by such gorgeous ideas but every time we try to reach them, we were stopped by our own system, our own thinking patterns, which is often filled with perplexed thoughts and unimaginably ferocious feelings. But what these things teaches us is a gem to be taken along, such real life lessons are framed under intense conditions. Those fluttering flies you got in your stomach when you first saw him/her, suddenly starts getting flipped and began hurting you, the state of heart is the most underrated battle which we never fought. Such feelings are always being named as heartbreaks but do these feelings real get break? I guess, its a clear no, because for anyone who you so much, he/she will never wish to harm you intentionally or unintentionally. For everything which happens there lies a reason and of course it meant to be happened. 

So, let’s take a break, go grab some coffee and will meet soon, till then take care