Posted: 08 October 2012 at 12:21am | IP Logged
Comment after i stop hyperventilating over the prospect of a wet KD. However intellectual i might be, i'm still a hormonal teenager. ;)
Firstly, I love the song Boondon ke Moti. I have downloaded it (ummm... piracy rules!)... well, the two minutes of the song that I've ever heard. It is the "Mumbai Monsoon song". Of all of the things in the world you should see and experience before you die, Mumbai Monsoon is one.
I even forgive you for copying or using the Bollywood term, being inspired by, the end of WUS. And the grammar too.
Moments. Just like the word 'Always', conveys a lot more than any other seven letter words holds the power to. Because well, that's what's life is made of, always. ;)
You have a beauty, magic and innocence of a child. The pure child that is in everybody. There are a lot of moments in your stories that that magic stares you in the face with twinkling doe eyes of awe and you can't help it but smile.
"A moment where she shared her most childish and most beloved wish with him, that of gathering the twinkling stars in her palm."
^^ The magic of friendship. The fact that you share with someone the most childish things you've ever thought of. It's a precious moment. A little audacious moment of blind trust.
"It was weird for him to observe all those little things she did. At first, he reprimanded himself for taking such a keen and deep interest in her. But then, he found an excuse."
^^ Ah, how it reminds on my little highschool crushes. Then the bigger moments. When you did something you 'shouldn't'. Yet you had no reason why not.
"Or maybe she was somewhere else in the world which had the exact same weather as in his city."
^^ The much I chuckled at this part... I can't begin to tell. You're being so poetic here that my heart swells with pride.
The two lines of KD-hotness are enough to send any KD fan into a spasm. I was being a little to ironic in my previous comment. I'm not really much of a hyperventilation-ist. I've seen Fahad wet in some random show before. The guy is hot. But not enough to make me drool, I have my head up in clouds, nothing short of a Greek God satisfies me. Yet the buildup of the story, as Raina said, was so beautiful that I'm sure some color would've crept up to my cheeks. It was the serenity of the moment that you felt the excitement of KD as he ran. The panting rose into you a little as he saw her and stopped. And the peace of the whole piece. (pun intended)
"She was looking at him, with a little more than raindrops in her eyes. They were tears which he gently wiped away and she rested her head on his chest. And the tears which he had wiped from her face, found a place in his eyes."
^^ The zenith of beauty of your story. Kudos little lady.
And in all... you've captured so much of the KiSha in my imagination that I have nothing to argue with you on.
Apart from grammar, pardon me for being momentarily out of adoration, which you should go through once and rectify. This piece is so far your best, honestly.
Love you and hate you. ;)
Edited by CoffeeAddict - 08 October 2012 at 11:22am