Inspiration, that fragile thread ruling the pattern of creativity, doesn’t always need to be hard-hitting. Anything subtle like the moist wind grazing your cheek or the softly sung words of a song that makes your heart skip a beat works just as fine; anything that forces you to put your pen down on paper and tell a story.
It is really strange how you come across muse unexpectedly sometimes. You search in vain for it across the world when it was right in front of your eyes all the time. It happened with me, this sudden subtle burst of inspiration that came out of nowhere from a person who has been living with me in the same room since one month and who never let me have any inkling of the heartfelt story that was an essential part of her.
It runs like a roll of film in my mind, the story she had shared smiling, sitting on my hostel bed, the story which I try to do justice through the yarn of my words.
Even more than the touching elements of her narration, what caught my attention was the simple declaration she made at the beginning, that love is nothing but a chapter coincidences.
It struck me like a lightning bolt, the simplicity and absurdity of what she said- surely love isn’t like that, surely love is as much glorious and inevitable as they state in stories!
But it became evident, the truth of what she had stated in passing and I had to agree- love indeed starts with a chapter of coincidences and this time, it started with a few random strokes of pencil…
This isn’t a story that speaks of perfect love because for people so imperfect, ‘perfection’ isn’t an analogy that would suffice. This isn’t a story where everything goes as planned and it is only love that holds the first priority. This is rather the story of Adarsh and Dakshita two college going teenagers uncertain about the true meaning of the feelings they hold for each other. This is the story of not just the joy and elation that comes from the beautiful thing we call love but also of the confusions associated with it… the dilemma. But most importantly this is the story of two people trying to make it work.
“Some things can’t just be explained. Like why despite being so antagonistic about talking with stranger guys, she gave him her number that day. Like why instead of jumbling up the numbers like she usually did, she made the combination of the right number that day- just like her life decided on the correct permutation of bringing a new face into her existence that day”
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