"The greater your storm, the brighter your rainbow"

Wishing y'all a fantastic 2019 !  

I had my Sem - 3 exams until dec. Thus a late update. Make sure to read the NOTE at the end. EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!

* Listen to 'Yaariyaan' from Cocktail and enjoy your read *.*

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Thunder strikes hard with fury. He needs to vent out his pent up frustration in order to be freed. Storm hovers over Earth like reddening danger. They say after every storm comes a brighter halo of glory. A rainbow waits on the other side with it's spectrum of joy. 

Stars can't shine without darkness. A sunrise marks the end of a hopeless night. It restores our faith in delirium. 

That night she couldn't sleep.

Generous hearts are often broken. Since they leave a mark in other's soul, their peace are often snatched. 

The torment of her heart evaded the power of slumber. Her soul lamented for all that she lost within a night. Connections that were so close to her being were seized from her life all of a sudden. 

What did she not do to keep them all together ?! 

She was one of those few who'd go out of their way to mend things, fix the broken, keep others happy. She truly belonged to that rare jewel category. Inspite of being perhaps the biggest star of them all with her performances and career choices, she stuck to her basic roots and never made them feel inferior. It was her humility that touched people more than her candidness or a bonafide star persona. 

Her name says "ALIA" , which roughly means a STAR , something that shines bright, up in the sky, one that who reigns. And now look at destiny! Alia truly signified all that her name stood for. She embodied the values of a true bright star. Exemplary, unblemished and innocent. 

Apparently that was what cost her this pang, this twitch within her insides. 

Now she'll have to live with this ache for the rest of her life. Knowing that she lost her best friend while gaining her love for eternity. She lost her Fubu for her true love Sid. Their love story got it's share of complexities not because families clashed, but because friendships cracked. 

It doesn't matters if it was a relationship or a friendship. When it ends, your heart breaks. 

Tum se bhi zyaada hongi abb yaadein pyaariyaan,

hum dono ki hain apni apni laachaariyaan ... 

A week later ...

Everything was a mess.

His home, his heart and his existence. 

A week since all that had conspired in their peaceful life. 

Everything had shattered. Their life, dreams, year long friendships, trust. 

Everything

He had lost is love. His Alia. 

She was a walking corpse. Nothing could mend the broken. Her wounds would take time to heal. He was proud of how she took all those blows with a brave spirit even though her entire being was crushed with each story unfolding. He knew from that moment itself that she won't be the same anymore. And how true it became. She was merely breathing. 

[Sid's POV]

I was in an exact situation as Alia but even more worse. 

Guilt !

No matter how hard everyone tried. I knew that somewhere it was all caused because of me. I was it's sole cause. And my jaan was paying it's price. This sting inside my chest is too hard to neglect and carry. 

I accept this woe. I deserve to be in this agony. I came into a very bright picture and dulled it the very next moment. I made her this depressed. 

The things love makes you do! 

A dear friend had introduced me to the concept of assistant direction. I knew this was the job I wanted to have, if at all I wanted to be a Hindi film actor. That was one of the most interesting decisions I undertook. 

At auditions they made you feel terribly small, unimportant. Make you feel like there are hundreds out there exactly like you. 

It was people treating aspiring actors badly, which was upsetting. I had an immense sense of self respect even then, which people mistook for arrogance.  I always knew I'm beyond this bull sh**. I would turn around and say, 'Tameez se baat karo.' I would speak in proper English and most times, they didn't like that.

Might be my mother's prayers that within few years, a path was revealed for me in wilderness. 

Then, I was lucky because I got to audition in Student Of The Year and everything fell into place. My journey in movies began ....

Still cannot believe in the fact that Karan took three immature newcomers for his directorial film instead of established superstars of his choice. His belief in me, in us, still shakes my core and I have words running over the cup at how fortunate I feel. He moulded us into whatever we are today. His confidence in us seeped into our conscience and guess that's what keeping us sane, so far. 

The first time I heard him proudly announcing us to be his three kids, his future, perhaps inheritors of his properties too, I vividly remember all three of us, stumped and too emotional to react. We were suddenly made a part, an extremely precious part of his opulent life. And there was nothing except gratitude towards our master, our mentor in all true sense. He imbibed in us something far more paramount that our parents ever did. 

From Students we plunged into Graduates of the Decade! 

A lifetime will never be able to replicate the resplendent experience all of us gathered while doing our very first. Radha to Disco Deewane, Velle to Ishq Wala Love, songs that defined a mad rising generation. They called us 'hyped' but we proved them every bit worth of that hype!  

Varun is that bastard who still can't pronounce my college. He thinks I studied from 'Maan Singh' when in actual it's 'Bhagat Singh College.' I mean who does that ? 

Only Him

Alia was the legit baby on our set. Full on protected and nurtured. At one point all of us involved with the film became her personal guardians and bouncers. Adorable and sexy, two ingredients put together in adequate measure, is her. I think her parents faired extremely well in creating this hurricane mixed with sunshine. 

Then again, grateful for this beauty existing. She became my life, reason of survival. 

Alia keeps telling us that we are her biggest pride's! There's no doubt over there. I can securely say it aloud that me, VD and Alia are truly a trio to reckon. We were, are, and continue to be the bestest ever debutants who came together and stayed the same till the end! 

The Original Golden Trio ~ 

Giving hopes to a generation of actors, youngsters to rise up. To soar high and yet be grounded.

In an industry where nothing stays permanent, every friday, every day brings about a change, we proved our worth. A bunch of hooligans, so-called big young gun actors/directors, who accidently bumped into each other and the rest is history.

Simply can't see a Squad try crossing us !

Never in my zaniest dreams had I ever dreamed of being part of such a badass gang. They are my blessings sent from above. None of us are similar. Ten different dope personalities when clashed together, is where we twin. Hysterical bonkers for life. 

They taught me life more than textbooks ever did. Our bond I'll forever be boastful of. 

I have come out of nowhere and however far I reach, I will always keep looking back at where I started out from, which was nothing. Not even nothing. It was negative. I didn't know a soul in this industry, I didn't know this city. 

And mind you, Mumbai can get to you. You need that support system, especially when you're trying your hand in Bollywood.  

I came from a very comfortable background. It was difficult for me to deal with small things on many days. I would break down on days, and feel really low. But I never thought of going back because I had to prove a point to myself first and then everyone else that I could do this. 

When my films weren't doing well at the collections, it hurt to be honest. There were real crazy times when nothing could inspire me to simply move from my bed. I wouldn't say dark but a hallowing phase that made me refined like a solid gem. 

Mumma used to constantly check up on me. She said 'Beta, it's completely fine if you fall seven times but make sure you stand up at eight! Life keeps on flowing and instead of regretting over decisions, dust off and rise. Do what you believe in, what your heart whispers. Let the world laugh, conspire and mock. Don't pay attention. Focus on your track and I know you'll succeed." 

Punjabi mothers astoundingly have a way with their words. Their belief in their 'puttar's' are something else altogether. Her words did worked though. Dad and my brother were tough cookies but tender by heart. They would never mention my films at our table and would constantly feed me with inspirational stories. 

Karan was my rock during that phase. He'd keep on reminding me that "An artist cannot fail ; it is a success to be one." He would send me these floral stick notes and flowers, little hampers and quotes quite often to rejuvenate me, make me come out of this. 

I'd rather fail doing something new than fail by trying something that's already been done.

What do I say about Alia ?

She painted my life. I do not know any way of repaying back the kind of light she has filled my grey world with. She is that pop of colour in my life. Every little thing about my jaani is so enticing and captivating that even if I try to forget a million times the way her mouth curves into that breathtaking smile, her infectious laughter, that gentleness of her heart, or her innocence which kills me almost everyday, I'd never in a lifetime would be successful. 

She gave me her heart and I cannot articulate how blessed I am to get her love. A true angel who covered me with her precious charm and made me her man. I'd rather be her hero than attempting to be for the audience. Sometimes I'd idly wonder what exactly she saw in me. It would break my heart at how strong was she in making our love grow amidst the disturbing situation around. We bloomed out of shallow mud. And we're proud of our love, this relationship and our journey.

Oscar's bark made me land back to reality. Grumpy fellow wanted my attention. He got hold of headphones from my hand and with a loud jump, sat flat on my bed, wagging his tail. Someone was up for a playful mood. That had to wait. I eyed him to keep it back in my bag which had my attention all this while. He denies with his head held high. Sighing, I continue with packing which I left before I started daydreaming. 

I looked around myself and from my room's spacious window I saw sun setting down gloriously while painting a magnificent hue of orange. Birds chirping away in melody. A gush of breeze caressed my face and I closed my eyes, smiling.

NOTE : As usual, starting with an apology for being late. Exams and Christmas prepping had made it almost impossible to sit down and draft a word. 

Thank you for the continuous supply of love and energy inspite of our duo not being together. It is certainly hard to get inspiration in such a situation but nevertheless your thrill and excitement gives me strength to write. DWB will be completed by this year. It's been a crazy yet wonderful journey herein with y'all! 

*I want y'all (readers from both my Sidlia books) to send me in your valuable feedback (with utmost honesty) of our book journey's until now (of both the books) on any of the foll :

* Twitter : DM me on @jemilovesalia

* Instagram : DM me on @ranbiraliafc

* Wattpad DM 

But do let me know your a reader of my respective book so that I get to know. I sincerely hope to see a considerate amount of messages dropping in. Just pure feedback and if I've lacked in anything as of now, do let me know (might do that while editing). And also few lines of motivation so that I get a boost of move to draft inspite of a Sidlia drought! 

I really need those precious feedback to move forward. The next update is in your hands, folks! You can also give constructive criticism. Make sure that whatever you present should be brief and in details (if it's required) I know the ending and the climax, need a great push to draft those last few chaps. So, I suggest you start giving away your thoughts on our journey so far to me, as soon as possible. 

Will be sharing the best one's here after we are done with the chapters. I'll conduct a Round 2 of the same "Feedback Giving" process once we're close to the end and then will compile all your kind words together to post it in the book!

Sidlia shipper, for life! ^.^  (Type 'Yay' under this!) 

Wishing you and your family a thrilling and blessed New Year !

Tons of love,

Jemi :)