Tamasha

Ved was me when I was 19 plus. Trying to unfold all the chaos and wrap the mind in comfortable conventions of society. Trying hard every day to find peace in the acceptance of people. People pleasure with decent manners. Ved would love to fall in love but considers expressing that love luxury. Ved reveals himself in safe spaces. Ved is scared of judging. Ved is loud in front of his family because he knows his opinions wouldn't be acknowledged. Ved is afraid of stopping or else he would be dismissed. Ved thinks he needs to provide return on investment to his parents because he is an investment. Ved has a fear of the unknown. And Tara is his fresh air. 

Tara is me now, who cannot settle for something that is not hers but still fights because she believes that there are rainbows after a storm of change. She believes impossibles to be possible, when everyone is settled with listed possibilities. She believes in magic and love. She believes in better halves. She believes in stories and fairy tales. Tara is me when I want to choose between a bad phase of a relationship or a fresh start of something new. Tara is me when I stick with butterflies in my stomach and not measure the time invested in a dead relationship. Tara is me who will give her the best in the work space and keep the emotional turmoil out of business. But Tara is also me who breaks down when her accidental truth bombs cost her something precious. But then she moves on, because she deserves what she deserves.

Ved and Tara are the two sides of the same coin. One was the alter ego of another. They finish a puzzle together. If the 90s kids think that they didn't have enough stories on the philosophy of 'Carpe Diem', Tamasha is another beauty with snippets of vintage memoirs."