Knotted With Love

01. She's A Keeper

Getting adjusted , his fingers went up to the list of missed calls and dialled a number which was immediately received by a middle aged woman. "Haan Maa abhi abhi show khatam hua hai. Thoda bahut kaam hain. Khatam karke aata hoon. Chhoti ko bolna mere paas keys hain." (Yes mom , the show just ended. Just left with a little work. Will reach home once I'm done with them. Tell Anindita that I have the keys with me) , a satisfaction lurking in his voice in the short, simple and compact phonic conversation. The tensed voice from the other side repeatedly asked him to drive safely and Ridaan hummed in agreement to every word her mom said. Keeping the phone back in his pocket , he couldn't help but smile at how his mom still treats him - like a baby still struggling to walk .

Raking a hand through his hair , his sneakers made their way to the office terrace. Indeed the city presented a beautiful sight ! The citylights and the smell of the rain always have a healing effect on Ridan. As the cold breeze roughly caressed his shrivelled hair, it caused goosebumps on his skin , tightening his grip on the cup. The smell of the perfume seemed to fade away as tiredness and exhaustion crept in. He could hear the sound of the moving traffic on the main road. His weary chestnut brown orbs looked at the distant sky that probably was announcing an impending change in his life . He finds solace in nature. He took yet another sip of the expresso which had turned a little cold by then. This terrace has some calmness and serenity to offer which Ridan hardly finds anywhere else ! When life gets hard amidst the radio scripts and content blocks , Ridan's soul finds peace here. Ridan never wanted his ambition to turn into a 9 to 7 job. But that's where his life is stuck now - coming to the office, sitting with the schedules , finishing 7 cups of coffee , scripts , random voice overs and every boring thing that life has to offer . The only thing he loves is interacting with the audience and receiving their love. As his eyes swiftly looked down from the 20 floor apartment building to the crowded streets of Hyderabad , he remembered some lines from his old poetry -

" Sochta hoon main aksar, kya zindagi yahi hain

Sab kuch toh hai paas par kuch bhi nahi hai

Kehne ko toh saari duniya hi apne hain

Par iss duniya mein koi bhi aapna nahi hai

Yahan jhoot fareb ka zor hai duniya mein

Kya insaan kuch samajhta nahi hai? "

Translation -

( I often think whether this is life

Everything is there before me yet something is still missing

If said , the entire world is mine

Still there isn't anybody whom I can call mine

The world is a web of lies that holds utmost power

Don't the humans understand anything? )

Ridan heaved a sigh of relief . A soft smile dancing on his lips. Truly life never stops for anybody. People who come and stay have to leave one day. We often blame people for hurting us but it's our expectations that hurt us . Then some people enter your life and fill ur white canvas with the colours of love. There's a passionate red, an optimistic blue , a happy yellow , a magical violet , a green that indicates rebirth and even a mysterious black . That's exactly how our life feels real. If choosing love for yourself isn't an option , Let love choose you !