Three girls: Every Individual has a Story

I was reading a book named Red Carpet by Lavanya Shankar… Apart from the content of the book which is very thoughtfully written, I liked the punch line of the book also. It says “Every family has a story!!” agreed rather I believe in its elaborated version, every individual has a story. Some are shared, some are told and many are even untold. I knew three people, who have something; which can be perceived as story but they are so innocently unaware of it!

Sarandha, she is very affectionate, caring, amiable and sweet girl. It hardly takes any time for her to mingle with people its like putting rose water drops in plain water which will get mixed so well that its difficult to see those two as separate entity. Parul, she is quite, clam, reserved girl. Will talk as much as needed and no cribs to others about anything whether it’s personal life or work. And Mrinal, who is person yet to explore world as good or as bad on her own. Innocence is still alive and think everybody around is good. Lot of preoccupied thoughts and sees the world as other people have shown her.

The biggest character of this whole play on this earth has put these three girls Sarandha, Parul and Mrinal together. They are set free to act in their very own way; they have got their own freedom of speech, expression, sharing, etc etc.. Sarandha initially felt that her space is getting breached, but very soon overcomes it and as per her very own instincts mingle with other two. They feel the warmth of their friendship. They share jokes and giggle together. They share low and weak moments and ready to give shoulder. Silently ignorant about the sweet poison called expectation which leads towards taken for granted concept. Slowly they are caught up, and seeing friendship which they were nurturing and cherishing is getting tattered. Bitterness infused into their relation as nature does to chili. All the heartily laugh and giggles got ruined. Rotten ill words blabbered in high temper; passes on to other with spices and misinterpreted works as perfect poison to the ears. Instead of checking for the driving cause behind it is sweetly acceptable. Every ill thought in their mind started attracting numerous similar ones. Distance which is literally negligible among them started appearing more than thousand of miles. Phone and internet become admiringly adorable to confirm the marked distance mended. The ecstasy of proving own point to be right gives a feel good factor. Nothing can be as melodious as hearing the criticism of person whom we envy. That works as soothing balm to unhealed wounds caused by our own bitterness.

Today Mrinal is leaving the city forever, there is wish in her heart to bid a good-bye with a warm hug to her mates who had stand for her in her thick and thins. They would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. Alas! One has to surrender itself to destiny which one carefully carves for itself….

“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed”.