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10- a visit of the Rain


And here our Aryan remains unknown of this post of admiration of him by somebody named Halo. And halo was right. Somebody had changed the world for him, somebody had become a ray of hope in his world of darkness and that somebody was Shrisha. Seeing her bubbly side personality had made him wanna laugh more and wanna see the light more. his sketches had changed from all dark tome to more of a brighter tone with darkness in center. His most recent portrait or if you can call that a portrait was of a shadow. It was just a silhouette whose hands reached the canvas. The body was as blur as a blurry vision of some with a high numbered glass who was a nearsighted. The only striking features were the hands which reached out clearly but it was silhouette none the less. He titled that sketch “the reach; attempt” it was his cry to the outside world of a change that he wanted to have within himself. Well to talk about his sketches he usually made portraits of people or just abstract things that he googled and modified to fit his emotions. There were abstracts of a person whose one side was yet to be drawn and one side was totally messed up, abstract of a person crying in one side and laughing on the one side, abstract of a face hiding behind the mask of happiness while the face behind the mask showed tears and a hell lota sketches like that. 
                It had been months since Shrisha had begun to visit Aryan and it had been literally months since he last drew a sketch. Mostly because he didn’t have any hidden emotions left in him. Whenever he hid an emotion, Shrisha would see right through it and made him speak it out. It had been a month too since he got in a relation with Shrisha. Nobody proposed anybody but the whole world knew that they were in a relation since literally their whole world saw the glare that they’d give to each other during the class and the way that they talked and they hugged. 
                Around two months after the day that she had begun to visit Aryan they went on their first date. They went to somewhere called the Shrikali. It was only two of them and it as a rainy weather. He had heard in the weather forecast that it would rain and had told Shrisha about that but Shrisha had convinced Aryan not to bring the raincoat or an umbrella. Shrisha had a wish, to get wet in the rain with her love and Shrisha was in very deep love with Aryan. She had loved Aryan even more than Eric. It was a true love for her. Aryan had never fallen in love with anybody besides Shrisha so it was a first experience of love for him. The fact that he had stopped his own feelings after the death of his mother was a fact that he never fell for anybody. He always jumped to help anybody because he just felt that he needed to save people from becoming like him. It was like a debt that his mother had placed on him, like a curse that the death of his mother brought upon him.
 -Yakaa: Jujaan

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