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People often compare vulnerability with fear, coward-ness which in reality is completely nonsense and surreal .Vulnerability simply means the reflection of one's soul, ones true self. It is not just the reflection of one's true nature but also their hearts. As people show off a lot. They try to make others believe on what they want them to about ones nature not how their true nature is in reality.

People say that showing your vulnerability to someone is a sign of weakness. But they forget that showing off your pride may be easy but showing your vulnerability, your soul, your true inner self to someone is the most difficult thing as, it is always easy to face the reality but it is and will always be difficult to let the reality face you. As people wait for the time for the reality to come find them on its own hiding behind their fakeness and fears but there are very few who actually have the guts to stand up for themselves and voice their fears out, to actually reveal their weaknesses.

"mei-mein...mein.." he started to stammer.he was finding it difficut to find suitables words to describe his inner termoils.

When he felt nandinis hand slowly tracing his chest making him stop instantly in his track looking at her actions .Slowly she slid her hand soothingly through his chest to his face gently tracing his features as he sat there all surrendered letting her do what she wants to.

She gently cupped his face trying to find a little glimpse of his handsome face in her eternal darkness but in vein...

She nodded gesturing him to continue while tightening her grip on his other hand entwining their fingers.

Instantly relief and a sense of assurance rushed through his veins calming him down.

He holds her hand cupping his face with his free hand and kisses  her palm gently bringing it near his lips

(PS:imagine nandini still in his arms while Manik takes her hand and kisses her palm gently )

"mein 7 saal ka tha jab my life took a 360 ˚trun and pushed me into darkness....it became such that I was slowly held prisoner in my own darkness.light toh mujhe dikhti thi par uss cheez be baad kabhi wo himmat hi nahi hui ki mein khud uss prison ko tod sakun.this...this darkness has been my home fo..for like forever..."said manik slowly opening his pain to nandini.

He was finally allowing someone to see his broken self.

"huh...!what do u think...ki mein humesha aisa hi tha..."he asked looking at nandini.

Nandini looked at his face though seeing nothing while gripping his hand a little tighter.she had already sensed the extent of his sufferings.

"no nandini.....mein humesha se aisa nahi tha....i too used to be a happy jolly child living a normal life like any other normal kid I too loved my mother and....my...ba..ba..baba...."he stammered the last word.

Nandini instantly knew how much he was attached to his father .she again rubbed his chest to sooth his pain....

His eyes became moist instantly but he shook his head and again continued.

"7 saal ka tha mein nandini...sirf saath saal ka jab I was detected with JRA...JUVENILE RHEUMATOID ARTHRITIS "said manik and nandinis eyes grew wide in shock.

"huh...!unbelieveable haina....par that's the truth of my life.no one knows it except me ,my coach and my doctors and now you.you now my whole family used to love me to such an extent that agar mein kuch mangu na toh wo turant without any question meri wishpuri kar dete the....par you know what ....wo kehete hain na waqt aane par aapne bhi paraye bann jate hain...kuch waisa hi hua mere saath...."

"plz...plz...issa mat kijiye....plzz...wo bachha hai......humara beta hai..."the lady started begging

"humara koi beta nahi.....khaskar aisi toh bilkul nahi shrap hai shrap yeh humpar....aur aise sharap ke liye humare ghar mein koi jagah nahi...."with that the man pushed the small kid out whose joints were already swollen , burning to inflammation .

The door was closed on his face .

He was already unanable to walk . his hands and legs were covered in ointments but still he was shown no mercy upon.

But slowly he mananged to slid on the floor with little bit of strength he had and knocked on the door....

"maa......maa...plzz...darwara kholein......baba......mujhe andhere se dar lagta hai.....maa.....baba..."

But no one answered.

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Hmm...

Nandini was in a state of shock.tears were cascading down her hazel eyes continously.how can god be so cruel...?!how can any parent abandon their chid just because he is is ill..?!this isint fair.

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Kaise, jiunga kaise?
Bataa de mujhko
Tere bina!

nandini traced his face only to find it drenched with tears intstantly wiping it she shok her heand gesturing a no and instantly hugged him tight taking him in her small embrace still sitting on his lap while manik hugged her back with equal intensity.

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Kaise, jiyunga kaise?
Bataa de mujhko
Tere bina

Tera mera jahaan
Le chalun main wahaan
Koi tujhko na mujhse chura le

He cried digging his face in her neck...while nandini caressed his hair to sooth him with her own tears unleashed.

"I...I...I kept on banging the door but no one opened nandini...no one came for me.....i felt so helpless...so lonely....no one was there for me...I was left all alone ....u know nandu...it was raining that day heavily....i was lying infront of the door all drenched ...helpless not able to move ...."he said crying in her arms.she too cried in his pain.afterall they were all they had for one another.

Nandini was herself confused .whose pain was more that her pain of being called characterless or his pain of being thrown out of his own house by his own biological father at such a tender age.but she now had her answers about why he took her in.it was not because of pitty or simply because she had become his everything a short span of time but because somewhere down the line he could relate himself with her.he didn't want her to suffer that extent of pain which he went through.she made a mental note not to question him ever about this ever.

She hugged him tigher pulling him moe close to herself.

After a while...

Both were lying down with manik completely in her embrace while she kept carresing his hair.there was complete silence for a while now after he cried his heart out.no one spoke but their silence was enough to convey volumes to one another.

"tumhe pata hai nandini...."manik said.

Vulnerability was clearly overfloing from his voice.

"uss raat mujhe bahut tezz bukhar hogaya tha phir..."said manik going back in the flashes of his past.

that boy was still lying there infront of the door on the proch all wet shivering and inclding his joint pain and swellings.his condition was more miserable that a street dog.even an animal has feelings for her child then how can a human mother not have.

Around midnight the door opened and the lady came out hiding inside a shql covering her face.she instantly ran to the boy and taking him in her lap checked his forehead which was burninbg in fever...

"I am soory bachha.....mein..mein aapko protect nahi kar payi...."said the lady crying.

She kissed his forehead 3-4 times then made him drink some soup which she had brough with her hiding from everyone.then made him have his medicins and covered him with the blanket but as she turned her blood dried in her veins.it was him.the boys father.

"ek baar kahi hui baat samajh nahi aati tumhe...!!!han..!!himmat kaise hui tumhari meri baat na manne ki ki...!!"saying this he came forward all raged and angry...

"plz...plz...aap meri baat toh sunein..."but before she could say further

THUD..!!

A tight slap landed on her cheek making the corner of her lip bleed making her fall on the floor beside her son who was in a state of semi conciousness.the lady looked at the man with tearful eyes.

"lagta hai aise nahi manogi tum...."with that the man held the lady by her hair while she begged him to leave her as her son was ill.he draged her inside merciless and shut the door with a bang.

"m-ma..."uttered the boy as tears slid down his cheeks and unconciousness took over him.

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Main andheron se ghira hoon
Aa dikha de tu mujhko savera mera
Main bhatakta ik Musafir
Aa dila de tu mujhko basera mera

He again started crying remembering all that .it was too hard for him to walk down the memory lane that too when those were not just memories but nightmare in reality.

This time nandini too cried with him.both cried in eachothers embrace uncontrollably.

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Jaagi jaagi raatein meri
Roshan tujhse hai savera
Tu hi mere jeene ki wajah

Jab tak hain ye saansein meri
Inpe hai sadaa haq tera
Poori hai tujhse meri duaa

"I ..i am unable to forget that scene till now...my father...my father hitting my mother. After that night I had no where to go I used to rome around on the streets all alone with no food and shelter.i had to eat the leftovers of people....from..from the dustbins...life was never fair with me...."said manik in a trance.

A boy was atanding near a tree watching a couple with their kid.

"papa mujhe yeh nai khana...its yuck...!"said the kid.

"par beta u toh used to like it na..."sid the man

"nai par ab I don't like its taste mujhe straberry nai pasand ab I wanna have pineapple cake...!"said the kid.

"ok ...ok...jo mere baby ko pasand hai hum wahi khayenge...ok.."said the man picking the kid up in his arms.

"yes..!!"said the kid while her mother smiled at her child affectionately moving her hair from her forehead.

They threw the strawberry cake piece in the dustbin and went away.

The boy behind the tree instantly ran to the dustbin and picked it up and started eating it.

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Tera mera jahaan
le chalun main wahan
Koi tujhko na mujhse chura le
Rakh loon aankhon mein main
Kholun palke na main
Koi tujhko na mujhse chura le

Main andheron se ghira hoon
Aa dikha de tu mujhko savera mera
Main bhatakta ik Musafir
Aa dila de tu mujhko basera mera

Aaaa...aaa..

"slowly slowly loneliness started to eat me up from inside...I grew up on the streets with agression and depression building inside me....my disease became worse sometimes making me miserable ...sometimes I thought I would not survive this anymore.sometimes it was as if I didn't have any disease.for me it was always unpredictable.....then on the roads I met cabir he became my only friend.his story was kind of somewhat similar to me....we both became best friends...but my depressions were slowly taking over me....i had started doing drugs....i used to drown myself in alcohol .....then when my attacks came I used to be so mserable nandini...so so miserable.he always used to be by my side ...take care of me...he used to work day and night for me ...for my medicins...you know nandu...it was for him that I started taking treatment...it was way too costly but still he worked hard for me and slowly I started to recove...but still I needed the best treatment to recover fully....but we didn't have that much money...but still cabir was adment on giving me the best and helping me heal completely..."said manik thinking while nandini pecked his forehead and kept carresing his hair.

"then suddenly I was introduced to street dancing...and"said manik but was intrupted by nandini.

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Kaise, jiungi kaise?
Bataa de mujhko
Tere bina!

"and it became yor resone for living....it became your escape.hai..haina..?"said nandini chocking on her own words due to her own overflowing emotions.

Finally manik looked at her raising his head a ittle bit only to find her in tears ..nose red dur to constant crying slightly flowing, eyes red due to constant crying.

Then realization struck him...

SHE WAS CRYING FOR HIM.

FOR HIM

Over these years no one was was there to cry for him,to care for him.infact no one gave a damn even if he dies somewhere.but now things had changed.

Now he had someone who would cry if something happens to him,who will care for him no matter what.who will get affected if he dies.it was none other than his very own ANGLE.

Yes angle.

HIS ANGLE.

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Kaise, jiyungi kaise?
Bataa de mujhko
Tere bina

"yes...dance became my escape...but still I couldn't recover comeletly because I needed the best treatment.one day a producer saw me dancing and then everything changed.he financed me.he gave me the best treatment and slowly I recovered comletely to an extent.but I couldn't quit the drugs and alcohol.i had to undergo several therapies and treatments for years then finally I was able to recover fully.i was still visiting my psycatrist because even after being free from alcohol and drugs I was not able to say goodbye to my depression and loneliness until ...UNTIL I MET YOU."said manik looking at her lovingly.

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Tera mera jahaan
Le chalun main wahaan
Koi tujhko na mujhse chura le
Rakh loon aankhon mein main
Kholun palke na main
Koi tujhko na mujhse chura le

Nandinis eyes grew wide in realisation as tears made their way from her eyes all the way down her cheeks..her chin woobled.

"HAN NANDINI...YOU BECAME MY ACTUAL CURE.YOU HELPED ME ESCAPE MY DARKNESS.YOU BECAME MY LIGHT.TUMSE MILKE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A VERY LONG TIME I SLEPT PEACEFULLY.....WITHOUT ANY SLEEPING PILLS.I FOUND MY PEACE IN YOU.YOU PULLED ME OUT OF MY DARKNESS."said manik lovingly wiping off her tears with his thumb finger carresing her cheek while she snuggled more on his palm sobbing.

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Main andheron se ghira hoon
Aa dikha de tu mujhko savera mera
Main bhatakta ik Musafir
Aa dila de tu mujhko basera mera

Not able to hold back anymore she hugged him tightly and manik too reciprocated this time.

It is said time heals all but sometimes it is not exactly proper for some people. For some people ,the wounds get more deeper and painful with time. For them time isin't a healer infact ,it is a murderer which kill them inside out... just like slow poision.

These people don't need time but only love...or in other words ,that one person who can become their light who can pull them out of their darkness ,who can help them heal with his or her love and care .

Sometimes time is not enough but two broken souls are enough to heal one another because they become eachothers cure . It is not always necessary to voice out ones feelings openly . It isin't always mandatory to convey or show PDA towards your partner openly in publice to show how much that person means to you .sometimes silence is enough to read eachothers heartbeat.

Because for some feelings words are not enough.