Physics what? Laws of gravity what?

Dr. Ridhima Shashank Gupta walked through the corridors she had crossed almost everyday for the last three years. Actually this particular Ridhima had walked through them for a few months at most. The preceding sentence might lead the reader to become confused.

Does this story star more than one Ridhima? Well the writer's answer is -depends on whether you like the 1st, 2nd or the 3rd Ridhima with our annoyingly charming Dr. Arman or even better, are you completely neutral to all of them?

Anyway before this story gets anymore complicated than it needs to be, here we go:

"Idhar chali main udhar chali"

"Jaane kahan main kidhar chali"

The song was one that Ridhima had been singing since Arman returned. It felt so good to be the ping pong in the table tennis game. Sometimes she was being banged on her old friend - the fire escape wall, and sometimes she was being sweet talked by her husband, Siddhant Modi, a.k.a the stereotypical chocolate boy with puppy eyes, Sid.

Sometimes she was being told by her ex-lover that he returned from the clutches of death just for her -as in PING - Sometime her husband said how could she count on him being there for her -as in PONG!!!

She checked her reflection on the glass and then smiled. She could see Arman, who was stuck in his
"PATAO RIDS" plan for two weeks now, making his way towards her.

It was time to fret about herself. Immediately, she rearranged her mouth and did a memory charm upon herself so that the words " I AM MARRIED " erased from her vocabulary, mind and whatever else she had.

She had entered her amnesiac mood when she saw Sid enter from the other side.

Damn! Now what?

How could she make herself remember and forget that she was married at the same time but also hopelessly in love with ex?

"Quick! Call the scriptwriter. I need help in here," she whispered quickly to the nurse standing next to her.

Weird as it was, that nurse gave Ridhima an odd look - "Scriptwriter eh! Oh you mean the guy who has been in a proverbial coma since the last two years?"

Oh no! She had forgotten that there never was and will never be any story. 

Now what?!

What do you do when there is no story left to narrate? Come on, Dr. Ridhima! What does DMG do when there is no story?

The solution came to her in a minute- just break into a dance. Smiling broadly, she twirled around. Instantly, the wind started to blow. The two heroes dead-stopped then and there.

*Ensue the famous thunder and lightning inside a hospital* How? Please never ever question that.

And then it started to rain, inside the hospital! As mentioned above, don't question that. It has happen and it can happen.

"Idhar chali main udhar chali"

"jaane kahan main kidhar chali..."

Arman stood there watching his "BASKET" dance in the "rain". It has been so long since he saw her dance. He was strongly tempted to join her but he guessed it would look more romantic if he just stared at her endlessly.

Dancing was too much for a man who had been in a major accident, had a partial memory loss, then got shot, then became mad and then sane again, and already knew that soon, he would become insane again so why take stress man?

Then he felt someone pat his arm. He turned to see none other than Sid poking him.

"What Sid?" said Arman

"Um... Dude, I was wondering if there is a leakage on our ceiling," asked Sid trying to look away from his wife who had finally gone bonkers.

""No! Just enjoy the dance," came the reply from an terrifyingly lovestruck idiot, Arman.

""Arman, it's raining in the middle of the hospital corridor," Sid pointed out.

Arman grimaced! 

This boy was new and he was completely illogical by the ways Indian Television narrative standards.

"Have you ever questioned how can there be wind blowing in the corridors when there are no windows whatsoever?" questioned Arman.

""Um, no!" said kid Sid.

"So why worry about the rain, Siddy boy! Just relax and keep making gooey eyes at Ridhima. You'll be fine."

Sid pouted and said, "You should be the one making gooey eyes at her."

"Nowadays we both do that. Remember?"said Arman with a dumb grin on his face

Sid shrugged and they both turned towards her, trying there level best to make googoo eyes.

Ridz was enjoying twirling as the song played out.

""Idhar chali main udhar chali"
"jaane kahan main kidhar chali"


"Aur Phisal gayiiii"

And with that, finally broke Ridhima's six inches long heel and she started to fall.Yes, you got that right. She just started to fall. Of course this was in slow motion.

*Ensue our desi boys in action* Time to make the rescue. 

They both started and raced through the corridor shouting "RIDHIMAAAA" while Ridhima was slowly suspended in the air.

"Wait!!", said Arman suddenly.

"What? said Sid.

"I am confused," said Armaan looking confused.

"About what?" asked an impatient Sid

" About who catches her?"

Hearing this, Sid dead-stops then and there.

"Um, I think the producers have yet to decide on that part," said Sid

Arman nodded gravely and said, "I think you should do that" 

"Why? Please I can't do that. I am the one in MAHAAN MODE remember", Sid counters.

" But I caught her last time with that motorbike incident," said Arman.

"And for the last few months, I am the one who has been saving her a few thousand times," said Sid

"But before that..." as once again Arman was abt to argue, a still-suspended Ridhima cut their argument short.

"Is anyone of you planning to catch me at all? Me being suspended for so long is not only insulting the viewer's intelligence but the laws of gravity as well."

"Basket for once, please help yourself," Arman gritted out the answer.

".Yea, it won't kill you you know," finished her husband.

And with that shock, the magically suspended Ridhima broke and landed on the floor.

And that my readers was the first time when Ridhima learned what happens when you slip on a floor.