Chapter Five.
I love this quote from Austen. When people talk of change they say much
but the truth is as Elizabeth states, that the past is part of the
journey that brings us to the present, and in that way pleasing.
However as Darcy contends it is a reminder of his failings. I love the
fact that two people face each other when they speak because in that way
as our beloved looks past us towards that horizon and the many steps
they must still make and take we can remind them of those steps left
behind them, those victories that they have already achieved. That is
how I perceived this DE conversation. So as an opener it creates an
ambiance of expectation, something grand is about to happen that it
going to illuminate souls.
his warmth had not founded a remorseful and impure morsel in her
shameful conscience to reside just yet. She was still warm and was going to be
satisfied for a long time. Beautifully written and composed. Though strange that kiss was not strange enough. Sinister are the points of origin of a lady's
contentment, always. Wonderful note, that foreboding disquietude of quietude.
he seemed to be choosing words to deliver Excellent. Presenting
a sentence rather than let it just fall out of bed and put on the
nearest thing next to your feet which was until a moment ago upon the
brink of being placed in the laundry basket. He has my attention let
alone Amaira's.
her spectacles which were usually not sighted
or slighted 😆😆😆 Excellent!
I loved the use of something that is used to aid sight being hidden and
in the second instance that paradox that though they aid one's ability
to perceive things more clearly they also a means to being seen as an inferior lessening. Clever.
I liked the manner you segued through the opening passage of
descriptions of her family, from that house that held them to 2D images
of those that made that house a home to the 3D reality of both. Nicely
done!
I loved how you hint at the change in Amaira through her discreet acts
of desperation. Though her mother fails to see her need it doesn't
diminish its significance or indeed its intensity. Even the walls of
her home understand her difficulty by the discordance of the familiar,
those routine movements that they had come to expect from her. She has
questions about the unfamiliar seeking answers involving the
familiar through means of her own gender. Her mind is conjuring ideas
that makes pulling bunnies out of top hats plausible. 😆 Finely composed plot and detailing of Amaira. Excellently done!
his
birthday, his end-of-year party, his after-party for basketball matches Again
finely done. As Richard Dean Anderson would say it is nice when
writers don't dumb everything down so that a cow could understand it!
You respect the reader and so don't spell things out but rather leave
much upon our intelligence WHICH makes me assume that I must miss much
being quite, well, stupid. 😳 I digress, I loved this line for you say much about Karan's own home affair. Despite the fact that his way
hasn't gained him much he still doesn't need to be centre of attention
or the world unlike his brother, he would rather just let the world spin
along upon its own axis pulling him ever closer towards where he needs
to be at any given moment. He liked his life and the people in it and
trusted destiny, that it would illuminate everything as long as he just
kept allowing himself to be swept along in its grand plan.
I loved JUST LOVED that passage of Karan's awakening. Excellent and
inspired. However I really loved how you don't let up the drama, that
awkwardness of the moment, that intensity burning through that cool
ambiance binding Amaira and Karan. They were behaving so cool it was
hot! Then,'Just say it, Pasta scares you.' Karan
announced smugly.
'Just say it; you don't remember what you
did last night.' She barked.
😆
That freezing burn, so that you don't quite feel the sting for a moment
or two but slowly but surely it begins to make itself known. It's
going to hurt real bad really soon! Excellently done. I was holding my
breath and reading behind a pillow too. Just too intense and so casual
and laid back too. Brilliant!
Then when I nearly ate my pillow or rather pillow cover, in anticipation and anxiety, 'I am not sorry, get that straight.' 😆😆😆 It
isn't chemical but rather like oil and water. It reminds me of the
whole why oil and water don't mix physics, as pasted from google for
your convenience, Intermolecular bonds are exactly the reason why they don't mix.
Water molecules have strong bonds with one another, called
"hydrogen bonds." This consists of an extraordinarily strong
attraction that the hydrogens of one H2O have for oxygens of nearby
H2O molecules. Oil molecules also have very strong bonds with one
another, but not hydrogen bonds. Oil molecules are bonded to
one another by what are called "London forces," or sometimes
"dispersion forces." This is a little harder to explain in
simple terms, but basically the large oil molecules tend to
clump together because of these forces. However, an oil molecule
does not hydrogen bond with a water molecule, and an oil molecule's
dispersion attraction to a water molecule is weak compared to
the oil-oil attraction. So, the water stays separate from the oil,
giving rise to the old chemistry saying "like dissolves like."
So here we have two strong personalities who have different reasons for
their strength. Amaira being oil being held together by the familiar,
her family and Karan, that Karan that she knows, she remains with them
because relatively these bonds are stronger since she isn't attracted
to any other option. Whereas Karan has strong bonds that he is holding
onto, he believes in family and so forth, he just wishes that he could extend that family. 😆😳
Yet some component of him is like Amaira, which component resists
though dissolves at the same time too, though within himself. we are nearly friends. Excellent!
clearing having
outdone her wit with his own today. Its easy when you blind side someone! Obviously there has to be a reason he won so easily; she let him. Kankshita, excellent detailing and manoeuvring. Beautifully layered by that tear. Beautiful!
I don't agree that her cynicism is insufferable, it is quite
understandable in this modern age even before we mention her home life. she tried to gather reasons behind her scepticism, if
there were any reasonable enough. So has she become Darcy, for isn't Karan more suited to being Elizabeth here, as Darcy says' Your
retrospections must be so totally void of reproach, that the contentment
arising from them is not of philosophy, but, what is much better, of
innocence.' So that like Darcy she may say of herself, I have been a selfish
being all my life, in practice, though not in principle. Then that component found both in Karan and Amaira, By you, I was properly humbled.
Amaira beginning to dissolve through I came to you
without a doubt of my reception AND Karan completely undone by You shewed me how insufficient were all my
pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.
I know I read to much into things BUT Kankshita one thing I can say for
certain your writing is worthy of much attention and deliberation. It
is always an honour and an pleasure. With love, Sabah
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