There are templates and then there is Pride and Prejudice. Enough said."If a woman is partial to a man,
and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out."
Jane Austen like Shakespeare are the reasons I would never aspire to label myself as a writer. Sure I write but so do monkeys.
Anyway, I love every line of hers, for that rich detailing that is insightful as it is eloquent. I am not here to lecture you on Austen BUT meant to say that I loved this opening quote of yours, for if one were to read with all seriousness of literal intent, then it simply states that it is inevitable that a man would understand that a lady likes him. However as Austen weaves the plot, we realize that it is not always so and so if one were to read with an affectation of pedantic correctness masking an predilection for silliness, then it states that if a woman likes a man, and as Austen wryly states, fails or choses not to hide it, as is expected from propriety, then it is an obligation upon the man to seek it out, to find out!
Thereby insinuating that if a woman is so brazen then it is only courtesy that a man should notice.
However upon a tangent, I like to think that it means that despite all the signs and signposts men still hunt for clues!
Regardless, it is as you wish.
I shall stop here, for I am well able to wax lyrical about Austen's notes forever. [Yes, I know I only amuse myself, but since you are apt to not
reply, I shall continue quite unguarded in my apt reply.] Hence, he did.
I see you took the literal way.
I loved, JUST LOVED, your opening descriptions from which we glean their characterizations. Amaira had a knack of favoritism and Karan was her favorite
guy in class
She has high standards and therefore by default almost, he becomes worthy in all eyes. Finely done!
As always your prose is laced with gems that act as a drug subduing me into their wanton ways. sarcasm-cookies she baked, anti-chauvinistic slang.of the arena of sprawled bacteria and also, crimson ants.
I liked their chemistry, which is not as easy as you make it out to be, playing with such chemicals can create reactions, but then again explosions and then again benign banality. For once, use those beefy arms and touch people, nobody can
be more contagious and unhygienic than you
Wonderful! as inflexible
as a belly dancer that Karan was
Just the inspired descriptions I have come to expect from you. This one was just splendid!
I loved the quote [Although I prefer Wentworth's you pierce my soul, I am half agony half hope
] and I am sure, intentionally, threw me off, at such intensity before even first flutterings had begun. Or maybe, I have missed much?
I liked the subtle absorbing of Darcy into Karan. Finely done.
What are, breath' actors.
As what I have conjured in my mind, is making me blush.
I must be mistaken.
I think this was the easiest thing I have read of yours, as you seemed more focused upon the plot, which was wonderfully woven. A real treat to read. With much love, Sabah