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#MyDiaries
          ~Illusion
                    #Chapter9: The Verse

Priya was standing on the boundary of the terrace, all sweating and crying. Standing beneath I was shouting 'Priya don't jump, Priya don't jump' and a sudden push. 'Priyaaaaaaaa...' and I woke up from the dreadful dream. After 48hours of continuous surprises and tiring sleepless nights, the only scene I could dream when I finally got some sleep.

The clock says it's 4am, restless I stood up in all anger, picked all my findings and went to the Park, sat on the same bench, trying to sum up the entire scenario.

- Pooja sitting on a bench with my poems and crying.
- The medical reports shared by Ajay, depicting rape.
- Ajay stating that Mr. Rathi is a good person and he is helping us.
- Sumit's kidnapping.
- Then Mr. Rathi telling about Pooja's syndrome and marking her the prime suspect of the murder.

If Pooja is the murderer, then why Rathi married her? And what about the reports, they stated rape! How can reports deny very evident wind choking and report rape!;

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For full series tap on #MyDiaries_illusion Continuation below 👇 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I stood up after hours of self-reasoning and visited the care centre, where Pooja was undergoing Psychiatric treatment. I was not allowed to see her, but her doctor did confirm her syndrome and showed me the reports. While coming out of the centre, I felt like someone is following me, so I took an extra turn towards my car to be sure. Soon a shadow came in and as I turned back, I saw Sumit standing there. Sumit where have you been, I exclaimed. He was horrified and started pleading, "Please save my sister, please save Pooja. She is not sick, these guys together are dragging her into this. She is absolutely fine" and fainted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rohan is still in disguise. He is not sure whom to trust and whom to not. He is not able to understand what is happening and what's the truth. Is Pooja a murderer or a victim! How many times this happens with you, that you walk out of the door looking for answers and you come back with another set of questions. When you think you are sad, someone comes​ cherishing it, and when you think you are happy, God knows when you get drown down. And Guys, Sorry for such a late post and keep you all waiting.. as a compensation, next part will be up in another half an hour or so.. Thanks for bearing up with me and for your Love and support... Means a lot to me... Corrections are always welcome. #MyDiaries_illusion #illusion #shortstory #shortStories #Part9 #Chapter9 #mystery #murder #rape #awake #YQBaba #VividVarun #SpreadSmiles #RespectWomen © vividvarun

2 HOURS AGO

Ever wondered if the world was not real
If it was an illusion made by your mind
While you're still sound asleep
And the day you wake up
Life as you know it won't exist
Would you wake up engulfed in fear or in relief???

Ever wondered if the world was not real If it was illusion made by your mind While you're still sound asleep And the day you wake up Life as you know it won't exist Would you wake up engulfed in fear or in relief??? #life #illusion #dream #mind #fear #relief #YQbaba

YESTERDAY AT 20:32

When I see people cringing around saying those reality tv shows are scripted, I just stare at them in awe. How naïve can these people be? Isn’t everything scripted? What is a reality, when we always tell each other that whatever happens is because it was already written for us?

#reality? #illusion? #script #truth #freewriting #rantOn #longpost (warning :P ) (continue)…. When I see people cringing around saying those reality tv shows are scripted, I just stare at them in awe. How naïve can these people be? Isn’t everything scripted? What is a reality, when we always tell each other that whatever happens is because it was already written for us? What is a reality? I am sure that I have heard people telling each other at their times of downs and even ups, that whatever happens in our lives is because it was already written by someone unknown whom we have named as “God”. I am just confused, then why do you always tell me to make and write my own life when you subconsciously believe that your life has already been written? So who are we? Why are we all made to believe that we are the dominant of our lives, but in reality, we are submissive to someone or the other? Isn’t it our act of ignorance of the truth that we loved to leave in a jar of illusions telling ourselves that everything is under our own control when it is not? We are all given our pages of the script of the play named as responsibilities. Some are scripted for family, some for love, some for business, some for someone else. When some people are so weak to even accept their scripts, they try to live in another pretense of being some master while playing with someone else’s lives, but did they forget that our life is already written down? Playing with someone’s life is nothing but shows how much you are vulnerable to even accept the truth that you are scared of the mysterious dar side of that part of Universe surrounding even the light. Who are we to tell that those shows are scripted when we are already living and sleeping in someone else’s script? Aren’t we the one to tell each other that every life is worth of a novel? Isn’t novel a script? Aren’t we the one to go to the astrologers to read our palms as if our whole story is scripted there in hieroglyphs? Aren’t we the one to always strive to know about our future? somehow our subconscious believes that our life is already written down, and we are just acting. We are all scripted. My meeting with you, Your falling in love and getting broken down in pieces, his journey from poverty to success and every damn thing happening around us is just because we all are nothing, but some characters of a script and the director are unknown. We enjoy those tv shows or movies. We rate them if they were good or bad, we rate them in numbers, bid in millions and what not. Have you ever thought that there might be someone who is watching us, enjoying us, rating us, bidding on our lives? How does that feel? Do you feel good to even imagine that we have no idea who is the director or the writer of our lives but we have naively denoted that “X” as God? When something happens to you good or bad, you name it as luck or coincidence, but is it really the truth or was it already written to happen? Are we really worth of playing someone’s lives now, when we don’t have any idea who is playing you? Are we really the masters of our lives or still living in an illusion, or are we made to believe that we are the masters of our lives? So many times we crib that how people can act so well, in those shows and even in our real lives, but have you ever thought that may be they are scripted to play like such? We all can’t act the same because we are not the same persons. Will you cringe away, and make faces when you will finally accept that “reality” is nothing but mere acting? Will you still rate those tv shows again on the basis of their acting, when your acting in your own reality is not so well? At least those people are trying to act away, but what about you?

27 MAR AT 23:48

I submerged myself into the illusion of your love,
And you being callous thrown me out of your world...

#yqbaba#out#illusion

27 MAR AT 21:27

Identity of the mind is know to the owner of the body till his existence as 'myself' ,  still the man thinks who is he in reality 'a mind or a body'

#yqbaba#script#self#illusion

27 MAR AT 20:23