Hidden Bond

Commitment only comes out of trust, and trust comes out of belief. Now belief comes out of understanding, and understanding comes out of affection. Now finally, affection is nothing but love.

“Hidden Bond” by Viswanath Perala explores this idea through a young couple trying to figure out how to work on their relationship after being separated for their higher education.

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Credits

1. Edition II: Edited by R. K. Chamarla & Tarun Chintam & photographed by Pankaj Tottada.

2. Edition I: Edited by Raghu Pusapati & photographed by Dinesh Reddy.

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“Every sunshine either is the beginning of a new life or the end of one. Whether it is good or bad, the day starts.”

I wake as the dewdrop tickles, as it rolls over me and I feel the mild heat generated in the early hours. I am a leaf watching the whole world run against time and look at us only when there is a huge gathering for an environmental cause. Like every day, I am always looking for some fresh air, and there is a different scenario around me today.

“How can someone just make an impression on one’s life at just the first look?” he asked.

“Don’t be surprised! It is exactly like how it happened to you”, a soft voice replied in quick succession.

I do not know what exactly they are referring to, but I was curious by their words and so I was listening to their conversation keenly.

“If there is anything that I am waiting for, every second of my life it is...”

She interrupted, “Oh! Come on Raghu, do not get back to the same issue. I told you. I told you... I need time.”

“I am just saying.”

​​“No Raghu! There is something that is taunting you daily, which is making you ask me the same question every now and then. Why do you do this?”, she said, which echoed in the quiet park quite enough to let the world know what they are up to.

Raghu replied, “Okay Riya! Now let’s just stop arguing about this for now.”

She furiously said, “Stop pretending now. I am getting irritated.”

Finishing her words, she left.

I do not know what has happened here but, one thing is for sure, I definitely loved their conversation. A half-hour has elapsed and a small boy walks along with his mother and sits diagonally to me on a bench.

“Mama! Mama!” he screamed.

“What happened? Anything wrong?” the mother questioned.

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