"Wow.." Bhuvan's eyes sparked with interest as he flipped through the
pages of her personal diary, reading snippets of them. "She was quite
the writer. Wonder why she stopped writing? Also, so sweet of her to
let me touch her personal belongings. I love how open she is once the
initial doubts have been surpassed."
He stopped at a particularly scrawly page. There were miniature
decorations of abstract patterns and objects all over the page- it was
clear the page was meant to look aesthetic, but Mona, with her youth
and inexperienced artistic pen had inevitably failed to make it look
exceptionally pretty. To Bhuvan, however, this was exactly why he
loved her. She was imperfect and imperfectly unique in everything she
did. She tried her hand at everything, a bit of this, a bit of that.
The proverbial Rose of all trades- because he was her Jack. (Lol.)
Beyond the rough drawings, Bhuvan made out the title of the page. It
seemed to be a lyrical song of sorts. The verses didn't match, but
they were written in a definitive format and there was even a tiny
"chorus" written on top of one of the columns. Although it looked
really old and Mona had herself said multiple times, that she had
stopped "writing and all" after life's blues had taken over, he
couldn't resist a twinge of admiration as he read the supposed lyrics
and wondered who it was for? Or was it even dedicated to anybody
specifically? Who knows..
"Only she knows," Bhuvan muttered to himself, startled by the
inadvertent revelation of his thoughts.
"Is that that songbook I had?" The sudden voice made him jump.
Wheeling around, his jaw dropped as Mona stepped into his purview
wearing the most beautiful rose pink sundress he had ever seen on her.
"It's quite plain," she answered in response to his curious, lingering
gaze. "Bought it ages ago, and found it today in some dusty cupboard,
y'knows how it goes. By the way.."
She snatched the old notebook. "What? No. Don't these. These are so
cringe!" she laughed. "I wrote these like... years ago.. when I was
small. Tiny. A little girl. Who didn't know the world."
"You mean you were a little girl who didn't know the world, and made
up her own version of it inside her head. How people were and should
be, imposing her own fantastic ideas and rules upon the world..
without knowing, fast-forward just a few years, she would be compelled
to live by their rules instead. I was reading this judgment piece you
wrote, of a girl who had finished herself on getting blackmailed by
her own uncle. And today, I see this utterly beautiful song about
love- well, whatever a fierce lil girl knows about it. Why did you
stop writing all this, Mona? This is eons better than the best video
you can ever make on youtube, anyday."
Mona sighed, barely suppressing a sob. "It's true. It's funny and sad
coz... you know.. I used to believe that I could change the world at
around 12 or something? I was full of anger, hurt, and an unwavering
determination to change everything evil in the world by art alone, but
now I'm older. And more desolate. And.. I realise we are not here to
change the world. Those who tried to change the world, changed it ever
so slightly, but only temporarily- but it took up their entire life,
bleeding to the ground, all the muck, and dirt and people's insults
lathering their open wounds which crows fed upon their flesh while
they lay dying from the impact of their geniuses, of a conscience that
the upper - idk, rich and oppressive, megalomaniacs didn't want the
other people to believe, because they feared another like the French
Revolution, oh, they deluded us into thinking the geniuses were liars,
as they do even do. We all know, too well, the contributions, the
revolutionary thoughts of geniuses throughout history,and how they
were suppressed during their times, only to be universally recognised
and appreciated years later... is too huge to be accounted for. And we
know it all- and like to stay this way, like we have been throughout
all of history- sedated, morally drugged, the mud of propaganda flung
to cover the glimmer of diamonds if they ever dare shine through the
coal and dirt."

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