#StoryOfTheMonth December 2016 by Anindita Chatterjee

Kheya Baidya’s Blue Sky is for every flower that dared to hold on its own, for every hope that urges on to live on despite all odds weighing down the flight of the soul.
A marriage gone sour is the most common problem in modern times, with children caught in a confusing web of domestic crisis. Kanak tries to find her source of sustenance in her five year old child as she tries to grapple with her life. The breakdown of communication between her and her husband Akash affects her psychologically, and in her frantic search for love and assurance she bumps into Neil. Despite knowing his nature being completely contradictory to her she fails to resist her self from falling in love with him, but strangely enough the relationship evolves into something surreal. There exist no expectations or pretenses between them. Neil comes as an anchor to her drifting self and his presence calms Kanak’s frayed nerves. The anxieties of her marriage no longer bother her, as Neil helps her to find her succor and sustenance within her own self. Kanak’s confidence and esteem had been jeopardized by Akash, and it was Neil who restored her to her former self. Bruises remained, pains didn’t erase altogether, but Kanak knew she could go on surviving for she had her daughter to look up to, and Neil to fall back upon.
Neil had never confessed about his feelings to her. She hoped and waited but eventually believed that it would be better to leave the relationship as it was, without giving it any specific name. When she received Neil’s message after he had reached London, she was bewildered. She wanted to look at the blue sky, like her daughter and find an answer to all the questions in her mind. She hoped that she would be able to transcend the littleness of her life and merge with the wide expanse of the blueness lying above. She wanted to soar above and touch the sky that connects it all for she hoped that in its profound silence she would find solace and tranquility. The fusion of realism and romance in the story strikes the reader. The word love is most profaned and misunderstood. The heart has its own rules and laws, people change, situations change but the heart has its own rhythm and eventually finds its way through all the mazy motions of life.
In a world where things fall apart and centre cannot hold, one often finds love in unexpected quarters. Not every relationship gets a name, but the heart knows its ways for sure. The story has a note of optimism embedded within its deep structure. It ends with the hope that for the believer, there is always a way out somewhere.