Blast from the Past Thread #9, pg 105, ep 108 - Page 111

fairy tales have trails of bread crumbs that that are meant to help the good guys but often end up doing just the reverse. and sometimes they get erased and no one can find their way back home. here the trail was made of mud and it took the ogre right up to the innocent princess. she was stealing his precious potting mix. he stood there glaring. then the strangest thing happened. as they do in fairy tales. Edited by indi52 - 11 years ago

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- i like this...his smile is really nice 😊
Edited by supriya.arshi - 11 years ago

Originally posted by: indi52

episodes 106

if on one side there's the rise of evil, on the other the incredible assertion of a powerful feeling. nainital was just red herring may be. we chased the physical journey and were lured into believing getting there was what it was all about; all those milestones, roads, meetings to catch and miss. but in reality maybe, the journey was from somewhere else to somewhere else.

the road passed through an uncharted route of never before felt emotions, many detours into familiar anger and even more familiar sanaka or madness if you will, but try as these two delusion creating mental antics might, the path remained clear and its destination had to be reached. khushi knew what this destination was called. asr simply called it "what rubbish." what a contrast in their reactions but this rubbish is for dimaag not dil😉 which will dance and even put mehendi for her😉

it is sad but to reach this point, there had to be a paying of toll. the man for whom khushi was the most loved one, settled it with his health, his happiness, his ability to be protector, his primary role in life. babuji took physical blows from shyam in his darkest incarnation, but strangely it brought the brightest light to his chhutki's life. 😡😡 yes that snakewa ready to bite and move the story forward

a dark boot, a dark scary room in a dhaba, a dark evil man, each one shows the way to a place lit with feelings that are new, pure, innocent, eternal, and sometimes blazing with desire. milestones all, taking us now at hurtling heart thudding speed towards a very dark night lit by lamps. and luminous desire.

"yeah, ok,"  his hands rifle through tees, looking for something to change into, and fall on the purple one. he stands there holding it, in a second lost, gone to another world, where there's a pagal girl with so many questions in her eyes...

close she is, so close, on top of him she lies on that scatter of bright diwali colours. rangoli... rang... she is that colour so missing from his life, but right now she's here... on him, trying to get up, then slipping and falling and he feels her against him even more, so close, he can't think... the thoughts are making him mad

"uss shirt ne kya galati ki hai?" what's taht shirt done now? asks anjali... his reverie breaks.

"huh..." that's all he can manage, still trying to move out of the circle of the touch of that feeling, slowly coming back to here and now.

if khushi is making arnav jalebi, her very own; he is caught in the swirls of her khushiness too, and not to eager to extricate himself.

"tum toh meelo door kisi khayalon mein ghum ho..." you were miles away lost in thought.  anjali has been noticing chhotey looking not quite himself, ever since khushi's dad went to hospital.

"bas haan hoon yehi kar rahe ho..." you just keep doing yes... huh...today's episode opened on one of the freshest, most natural and utterly bro sis scenes. a fabulous relationship, two young, good looking siblings, devoted to each other, yet with that fun and edge of close siblings. di is cute bossy interfering, chhotey is cool, get off my back sis, yet so very indulgent. they just can't do without each other. and today di means to interfere madly. she si worried about her li'l bro. why is he so lost and fuzzy all the time? the shatir tycoon? loved the way you got their feelings the bro sister

chotey, you have no idea what's going on around you.

"di, aisa kuch nahin hai..." he turns away, cutting off.

she persists... di, after all.

"aisa hi hai..." it's just as i say it is. and you're refusing me too... do you know when this sort of thing happens to us?

even if i know, you'll tell me, right? di nods. so go ahead. and must thsi man look that good while saying these mundane things.

happens in two situations, either when you're very busy with some work...

"doosri baar jab?" and otherwise when?

"doosri baar jab pyaar ho jaay" otherwise when you're in love.

"what rubbish, di..." gruff, dismissive voice, a little low, (horribly unsettlingly sexy) oh so younger brother going nuts at elder sis's flakiness.

"main... pyaar?..." me... love? how true the sis is

"chhotey relax, hum sirf bata rahe hain... aur hum jaantey hai ki kaam ko leke tum pareshaan ho..." relax, bro, i know you are worried about work...

"aur pyaar? pyaar toh tumhe hai hi," and love? you are already in love...
  
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an electric look from him.  swift, alert, shocked... darting of irises brown, what... what does di know, what is she saying what...

not a word, she is smiling, he just keeps looking at her, as though he can't bring himself to say anything... no smart quip, no what the, no nothing...

she waves her hand in front of his face to bring him back, he's startled, so lost so nonplussed so struck by a feeling.

"chhotey, kya hua? tum phir kho gaye." chhotey, what happened... you are lost again.

"di, yeh pyaar wyaar sab nonsemse hai..." all thsi love and things are ninesense, he's trying to get a grip on the situation again.

"nonsense, kya nonsense?" what nonsense, says di... everyone knows, you love la.

a storm of feelings passes through those irises as he guards them with his lids. shock, a trace of guilt and a feeling that he has no idea what's hit him. he turns and slams the wardrobe door. the sheer frustration of his uncontrollable mind, his thoughts, no he is not used to this, he doesn't like it.

i don't know what you're frustrated about but i don't want the evil eye on you, di is armed with lime and chillies to ward of evil. buaji, perturbed by khushi's giddy headedness, had suggested in jest that maybe someone's doing jadoo tona... black magic on her. khushi had just been hit by the realisation that she had feelings for asr. this had seemed so bizarre and unlikely that the black magic suggestion was considered seriously by ms jhalli. now di is looking at her little brother and is also worried about his state. her little evil eye remover will lead straight to another enchanting interlude between the two smitten ones. lovely design in storytelling. and your story analysis equally good Indi

he can let go of that feeling that bothers him now and come to tackle his di's superstitious instincts with his brusque "this is blind faith, andh vishwas, and i don't believe in such things." this is stuff he can handle, but here too he fails. that heart of his, so tender toward the women in his life.👏👏 look at what di's doing with him. making fun of his refusal, telling him, no point upsetting her, because later he'll have to chase her around saying sorry sorry, might as well give in now and do as she says. then her little moue of feigned sadness... you won't even do this little thing for me. anjali's eyes are button like, brimming with love, laughter and the ha gotcha thing, he narrows his eyes, assesses the effort versus result ratio, cleverly gives in...of course, looking a dish right through. the man who knows his math so well, has no idea how much love heart is capable of and he just a man of dimaag not dil? what rubbish.

oh that leeetul smile when she does that sad face. sorry had to take a gah he's good looking break.


when colour came to his life, he wasn't prepared. for he had blocked it all out ages ago. love? what a ridiculous idea. certainly not for him. yet what had been difficult earlier, now had turned fairly impossible. not thinking of her. everything triggered memories of a girl. a girl whom he couldn't bear to see hurt. whom he's dumped on the road, only to go running to her when he heard she was in trouble, and how she had raced to him, snuggling close to his heart. what he couldn't tell her then he said in perhaps his first telepathic thought sent to her... don't worry, everything will be alright. her father was down. he knew of the pain of parents troubled, parents gone. he just had to make her happy while she was in this mess. and so he had been good to her in ways that he could, trying to make her smile.

but was that the only reason? then why is it that when he remembered falling on that rangoli with her, he felt her slipping and falling once again on him, her body pressed against his, his arm around her?

what was happening to him?

but still the most important take away of episode... hair cut... stick out ears... sorry, ladies, not sharing.

Yes after a long time he got a haircut and yes other day saw the discussion on ears😆😆 few pages back Indi another lovely take emotional and the lovely drool captures

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[QUOTE=sohara]Episode-105

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evening before diwali, and the road to poolside under the stars is passing through a strange little diversion. since nainital, not a single meeting between the two has gone by without attraction rising, threatening to break prescribed limits. at the poolside just now as he blew the speck of dust from her eyes, his hands didn't want to stop playing with her hair,and she didn't want to stop looking at him. what was that?

and now it was the discovery of khushi's little prank when she suspected asr is doing black magic on her. black magic woman, says my head, song from years ago, santana. if she had watched asr carefully she'd have known who was really under a spell. but khushi was too worried to do that. the man was looking at her coldly...

"kya karna chahti thi tum?" what were you trying to do, his voice thick with suspicion. his computer camera was on when she was doing her thing, and he has just witnessed her mixing some mysterious powder into his juice, and watching from behind the curtain as he drank it and coughed repeatedly. in fact, she'd done a jig and he'd noticed that too. not a good situation.

he is mad at her. how will she wriggle out of this one?

"woh hume ... sote hue chalne ki adat hai na iss liye..." er, i... have this habit of walking in my sleep, so... she is a funny girl, got to give her that. but he is in no mood to laugh... nasty boy.

"toh iss video mein tum soh rahi thi..." so in this video you were sleeping. his voice is rough, the powder has really irritated his throat, and the anger isn't helping. he slams the laptop shut, she starts.

if i tell you you will laugh at me, she finally admits. i thought you were dong jadoo tona on me, forgive me please, i should get punishment for what i did.

"saza, kaisi saza?" punishment? what sort of punishment? (the mind boggles at the possibilities, however, i shall be circumspect.) he is coughing again.

in a moment she's next to the glass with the juice he had not yet finished. and the next thing you know she's gulping it down. a curious intimacy in her drinking from his glass, her lips perhaps exactly where his lips had rested.

he watches jaw dropping... what th- gritted teeth.

she's punishing herself with the same pain she'd given him. her idea of justice is just too much to handle. so she's willing to harm herself because she was wrong in trying to harm him.

and she begins to cough.

a short cough from him.

one from her.

she puts the glass down, a short sharp sound.

symphony of cough and bang and "what the" from time to time.

they've sneezed together, now this coughing together, wherever you go i'll go with you...

he watches her without a word. she walks around to him, picks up the glass of bitter kada, a herbal concoction to soothe the throat, and tells him to drink it. then she rushes into her panic about this new thing that's happening to her, she has strange thoughts, acts weird, buaji thought it was black magic... his face tenses... she thought he was doing something, no idea anjaliji had given him the ash and lime and chillies, and she saw him chanting... chanting?... yeah, outside by the tree, (he was on his blue tooth talking) so she thought... no it was the wrong thought... so just drink this kada, it will give you relief, please forgive her... and she must go. khushi escapes, the essence of sanaka charming, leaves you gaping and just a wee bit mesmerised. actually, completely so.

he can't say anything, but he can't not look at her.

a helpless need almost in him, one that doesn't let him think clearly. a crazy stirred state in her, what's happening?

attraction crossing limits, repulsiveness too. shyam has taunted a sick, silent man, spewed disgusting words, "dekhiye paison se humne shadi toh karli, par jo hamara dil hai na, woh sirf khushiji ke paas hai." see, i have married money, but what my heart wants, that is with only khushiji. he has brought a wheel chair for babuji too whom he dearly loves, and he is leaving home for the sake of the gupta's honour. buaji watches smitten, and turns her ire on khushi. yes, she is right, jadoo tona is on these days. 

later in the evening, khushi sits under her stars, a terrible choice to be made. hobson's choice really. buaji has asked, won't you give the man who gave you home, care, and maximum love a little peace of mind? marry shyam and make your babuji happy?

but she's coughing...

and far away in his mansion, he stands by the pool, and coughs.

he picks up the kada, and her thoughts touch his mind, his space again. she is drinking, coughing, giving him kada. he drinks the bitter stuff...grimaces. what the.

she sits sad, looking lost, and thinks of the same things. she is drinking, he watches mouth open... oh these these thoughts...

the sheer force of desire, attraction, inexplicable yearning in the air.

then payal tells her to take the decision she is most comfortable with. a decision is needed by tomorrow evening.

in the mean time, a saree has got switched. and the wearer just so loves it.

diwali morning sees her bright and chirpy, she's painting lakshmiji's foot prints to her doorway, inviting good fortune. she and her sister have a lovely diwali moment, all will be well. two bright optimistic, strong, unassuming girls, you just want to have everything go right with their world.

and a man in a dapper gray suit, hair short sides and back, sideburns highlighting cheekbones, face smooth behind perfect stubble, eyes chocolate flecked with red, is looking at his girl friend coolly. a diya begins to fall off the platter, he catches it effortlessly. "tum apni aaankh mein haath lagana band karogi..." stop touching your eyes, will you? hey hey... a cascade of memories... he doesn't even compliment la, who is smiling rather sweetly.

just thoughts of a girl. her huge startled, stirredeyes, so close, so close, he wants to play with that strand of hair... instead he lets his thumb slide across the diya. it's made by her. a stunning sensuality in the shot.

she has taken the sari, but not the payal. a hint from sweet creatives. just in case us sillies missed the payal scene, concentrating too much on the haircut boy's looks.

Edited by indi52 - 11 years ago

supriya, thanks so much for reading and commenting on 105. your praise is always touching. i am so sure that when you fall in love it will be just as romantic as you would like it to be. with lots of gussa, nafrat, quarrels, and the sweetest ever making up, the most potent attraction of all. and loads of mohabbat. if it isn't, get him to see ipk. 😆 my poor husband gets vm's and scenes from time to time. i have him feeling almost as aww about sanaya as i am about barun. fair, na? currently, am bombarding thread with many posts at a go,  please don't rush through them, just read when you want to. if you do.



chalhov, so very sweet your notes on my 106. especially when you say i tell the story pretty well too. collar collar, ahem ahem. still can't figure out what it is that makes thsi jodi so electric. there's lots of direction, great well crafted moments, camera angle, slow motion, music, but all that has been there before too, with many other jodis. never have i ever dhakdhakked with them the way i do here. inbhestigessun kareka padi.

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 105

if the man on the left has started looking like the man on the right to you...

and you notice the same thing here...

 

 and here too,

then no what the about it, know now and know well, that along with being addle pated, crack pot sanka jhalli, non stop talker and fried stuff gobbler, you are struck for life. you are in love.

an attraction growing, asserting itself. an emotion that is bursting out of restrictions and wanting to express itself. why was she walking past that that wobbling stool so slowly staring up at him, why was he taking forever to fix some wires, his ears fully concentrating on her exchange with anjali. and now, why were they lying entangled with each other on that rangoli for so long, just looking at each other, he took a while before he took over and got the two up on their feet again and again he kept on holding her hand looking at her, while she just couldn't break that hold of his gaze.

why?

we know the answer of your so many whys. But unfortunately Mr. Harvard brain can't understand it or may be he doesn't want to understand. Why to put the blame on the Jhalli girl? If a handsome dude like him does the stuff you mentioned above, a normal girl would turn jhalli like her.

ever since nainital and babuji's sudden paralytic stroke, there's a pressure it seems on the two to acknowledge something. she had asked herself why she'd raced to him in that hospital, needing his shoulder to lean on. she hadn't yet answered that question. but as if to help her along, the writers had written in an untenable scenario. a marry shyam campaign mounted by buaji. this should help her answer some questions, even if the constant thoughts of him and not being able to look away didn't.

it's true that, it made Khushi thinks deeply about Arnav when her marriage issue brought.

on his side, he is finding it difficult not to quicken to her presence, not be around her, not look at her. his heart knows answers his head hasn't asked to hear yet. this need to make everything alright for her. how poignant his promise to the girl of his heart, "everything will be alright," while putting his arms around the girl his head had chosen. yet, it wasn't such a bad head either... this girl will do more for him and his heart than many can ever imagine, even now. 

"hello hi bye bye arnav bitwa, lagat hai tum ko koi galat faimi ho gai hai
aree ee holi nahi... diwali manayka seazhun hai." arnav dear, seems you have misunderstood, this is diwali not holi, says mami as she sees him covered in rangoli hues.

galat faimi. misunderstanding. no, this was the most powerful time of understanding, coming to the brink of acting upon it, and going back. because the heart wasn't ready. willing wanting yearning, but not ready.

But I think his heart was ready, but his mind wasn't.

the misunderstanding would come later.

he can't look away from her. ever since that day in the hospital, ever since that fairy light thing. ever since she asked pata kaise chalta hai, ever since he saw her in a red sari, in the storm with her hair tossed, on a ramp where she was not meant to be... ever since forever... he can't stop looking at her.

la calls her away. she's teaching la to wear a sari, such a happy smile on her face that her student at last is showing interest. an open happy khushi smile. la is making a mess so she tries it on herself. he is watering his plants.

gust of wind... awareness... he looks up and there she is... wrapping the soft material around her.

an intimate scene, a girl dresses and a man who is losing control watches, the water flows on and overflows... a sign of the extent of his desire maybe. yes she is covered, this is pretend wearing, but still, a thick intimacy. no wonder when she sees him, her heart almost stops then races, her fingers lose grip, the pleats tumble, lose, letting go... like her heart and its feelings perhaps?

beautiful observation.👏

wind, water, fengshui... the elements were always there taking part in this love story. perhaps an indication that it was meant to scale the three dimensions, merge with a larger reality. not that this was the first time one saw use of the elements to heighten drama or a feeling, but rarely did it seem so perfect and believable. i repeat, sanaya irani and barun sobti made what can easily become corny and laughable seem beautiful, plausible, rather lovely. you wanted to lose your grip on your reality and enter the fantasy with them.

very well said.

loved how you pondered fengshui here.

Barun and sanaya they are absolutely magical together. That's why they left a huge impact on the viewers.

how barun managed to keep his tycoon shatir image on despite all this wind, water, stars, long deep stares into girl's eyes and lifting her up all the time is beyond me. also no idea how sanaya kept us believing khushi was clean, sweet, innocent, with no guiles, and no thought of trapping this man despite the number of times she was stuck in eyelocks with him or fell into his arms. some calibre both. yes, we did suspend our disbelief and yes we are desperate to believe in love eternal too maybe, an idea more precious than money to many of us. but still. so much fluff, yet the characters intact. deserves applause and thought about acting.

"soch soch ke paagal ho rahe hai... yeh sab uss laad gover... arnavji ki vajah se ho raha hai... na wo hume... aur na hum." i'm going mad thinking, all this is because of that laad gov... arnavji... if he hadn't... if i hadn't...

khushi can't take the heat of this moment anymore and rushes out saying she's unwell, needs medicines. and as she walks aimlessly, the questions come. she speaks to devi maiya, i have always felt this was khsuhi's way of talking to herself, her most inner, clear divine part. the part we all have in us i feel.

delicate delicate words, about the state of heart. from another time in writing, not today's. nowadays we seek simplification of every feeling... dropping off all wondering and complexity. but here it is different, her "na wo hume, aur na hum..." what does it mean really. nothing is clear, yet, we all know what it's all about. slivers and little bits and pieces of every emotion around a larger compelling one, which is usually described in one word. but that word is never said.

"aap yahan?" you here?

he's the auto driver.

"jana kahan hai?" want to go where?  gruff rough, typical auto man. yet not. awww.

"aap auto chala rahe hain?" you're driving an auto? her tycoon at the wheel of phatphatiya, all oily and bucolic.

she is beginning to get it. she recalls telling payal just the other night, "humne socha tha jab pyaar hoga toh asman mein taare aur bhi chamakne lagenge, har jagah sirf wahi nazar aayenge..." thought when i fall in love, the stars will shine brighter in the firmament, and everywhere i'll see him only...

"arre ye madam, auto na chalaoon toh kya hero ban jaaonn, " hey madam, not drive auto, then what, become a hero?!! comes the irate reply from the auto guy. the real one, since the one seeing things has run off. the dialogues are brilliant, funny, rofl giving even, yet with layer. she is running from the deduction her mind has finally started to make.

what's happening to me, dm... no nothing is happening... i am fine. this is too much information for this slip of a girl. in love with arnav singh raizada? nooo. yet, how lovely that switch to "arnavji" from "laad governor" at the start of her dialogue with dm. 

he is not in his laad governor Avatar nowadays. He has become sweet Arnavji.

her arnavji, whom she loves, whom she thinks of the moment her dream man is mentioned, who mustn't go hungry, who has a gussa he can't control, who makes her heart go dhakdhak, who watches her wearing a sari and she can't bring herself to think "ew creep," (imagine if shyam were doing that instead of asr), that arnavji, whom she sees everywhere.

but she can't face that yet.

"namaste, pandeji," to the guard at rm

"what the" says the guard like the auto man, music goes haywire, khoosie bitiya bolts, nooo, this can't be happening.

in side rm, safe she is, but... "shubh deepavali, khushiji." uh oh, it's not op and his cutesy chatter, it's the dhobi, the washerman and he is also that man in her dreams, that arnavji.

a fabulously funny segment... cinema like, have i ever seen this interpretation of love struck before? can't remember but maybe some movie had it. no matter, here done brilliantly, and truly creative because it's intrinsically part of story... this is how khushi realises she is in love. so, not just some self indulgent, for the sake of it humour. also, could khushi's realisation come in a calm wise way? an essential element of khushi had to be part of this momentous realisation. that ajeeb element. and that was here aplenty.

again barun showed us what an actor sits inside this slim, good looking, ex call centre manager, a boy from west delhi with not great marks in school, who has no formal training in acting. i do so want to see this actor in a whole range of different roles. can't decide if i like auto man more or dhobi. think i'll settle for dhobi, oh that dhobi ismiliya. he can give banwari a good run for his gathrie. 

yup, undoubtedly Barun is an innate actor.

she decides to close her eyes and walk so as not to see him. addle pated anyway, utterly addle pated in love.

of course, she bangs into him, who else. and he just holds her... and keeps on holding her... his face is full of concern, bit of a "what the" there, but his hands are holding...

this is the primal attraction that is headed straight toward a pool and an ocean of roiling, tumultuous desire. i hold my breath feeling its onrush.

 

"humne socha tha jab pyaar hoga tab phool barsne lagenge, aanchal mein sitaare chamakne lagenge..." i'd thought, her words come back, that when i'm in love, flowers would shower, stars would fill my aanchal...

aanchal, difficult to explain in english, the free end of your saree, the ends of your dupatta, all can be considered aanchal. the indian woman has used her aanchal to do many things, wipe away tears, protect her child by covering her/him with it, a sense of shelter in it, of a place to hide from the harshness of the world, very much an extension of the role a woman plays in society, as mother, as elder sister. this is uniquely woman, her ability to shelter with love and her shakti, her strength. all of it somewhere in that aanchal. as i said difficult to explain, clumsy effort. the aanchal is where here love her innate female strength her power in life gets expressed. it is also where she gathers her dreams sometimes.

can't appreciate enough for your cognitive thought of aanchal. the significance of aanchal is enormous for an Indian woman.

 

and so it is that the scene changes in this filmi khushi way... and petals shower. she catches petals and looks at him her heart in her eyes, just enjoying the man, and then he is showering her with sparkling stars, she holds out her aanchal to catch them all if she can... the whole fantasy playing out merrily, unstoppably... khushi must realise today, it's been decided.

when reality returns, khushi is lost. asr is confused, concerned. he'd heard she was unwell. but she can't take his eyes on her any more. she scoots again.

walking back home alone, under the stars, in talk with dm, she acknowledges at last. she'd asked for only one sign from dm to help her understand what she should do about marrying shyam. dm had deluged her with signs, overflow like that watering can of his.

she is muttering..."hum... theek nahin hain... tabhi toh hum shadi nahin karna chahte." i am not okay... all those isharas... that's why i don't want to marry.

love was never mentioned, yet one hadn't seen a girl more in it or aware of it. superb writing, direction, concept.

shyam was waiting at gh, eavesdropping, plying extreme manipulation. jalebis for khushi and lanterns, for he knows of her little rituals with babuji every diwali. khushi's little talk with her father is lovely and touching. her shelter is in danger, the main support in her life. unknown to her a man is getting ready to become just that and more to her. while the pretender shuffles around trying to usurp the place.

she cries alone under the stars, none of her problems have easy solutions. shyam enters with his sick play... khushi smiles at his jalebis, even his lanterns, but when he tries to catch her hands (note in a crocodile like bite), and gives his spiel of how whenever there's andhera, darkness, he will bring roshni, light, to her life, all she remembers is a man sitting one chair away in a cold desperate hospital, putting his hand on her head. a man who doesn't say much, who makes no promises, but in her hour of darkness, he brought light. she snatches her hand away.

it is disgusting when that devil  touches her.

Khushi is preoccupied with Arnav and arnav only. so she only can imagine him with her for the rest of her life.

one word is too often profaned
for me to profane it,
one feeling to falsely disdain'd
for thee to disdain in.
one hope is too like despair
for prudence to smother,
and pity from thee more dear
than that from another.

this story of nafrat that was mohabbat, of a girl who'd rather take the gussa from one than the "love" from another, this inexplicable play of emotion that points you in the right direction despite what conventional wisdom or the apparent truth might say, it so reminds me of this intense love poem by shelley read in college.

i can give not what men call love
but wilt thou not accept
the worship the heart lifts above
and the heavens reject not
the desire of the moth for the star
the night for the morrow
the devotion to something afar
from the sphere of our sorrow?

just beautiful!

that desire of the moth for the star has started in him and is flaming, it will turn to that worship the heart lifts above and the heavens reject not. both will reach out from the sphere of their sorrow and grasp this word and turn it into that devotion.

very thoughtful!👏

in a story that was doomed to be forgotten, another lovely girl thinks of light and diyas and meeting a young man who wants to give her the most beautifiul lamp but she will not let him. he thinks of her too as his mother prattles on. akash and payal, a gentle different love story enters its deeper layers. she has started thinking of him too, as he has been from the moment they met.

 

can khushi lie back and sort out her confusion and enjoy her little secret with herself? no such luck. the moment she entered, buaji had planted the idea of jadoo tona in  her head. black magic. sanaka devi's sanak is on the rise, what ails her? could it be that someone has cast a spell? nice writing, will lead us straight to another heart erupting moment by the pool.

now amma is badgering khushi about her decision regarding marriage to shyam. bless shyam and amma, we have khushi going nuts and scurrying to her mountain... jalebi mountain. as she makes it, what a dream.

her fertile imagination comes up with a great one. she is married to her khadoos laad g. married? what a jump... the girl has just figured out she is in love with the boy. now she's much married already? khsuhi ji... uh huh. shadi shuda, and doing all the things that shadi shuda girls do? in less than an hour? now i need to stuff samosas in my mouth.

loved your sarcastic comment. Khushi is really advance in her imagination.

did he just blow on your face, made you all ahem inside and said you look like a delhi auto? funny funny dialogue guys, and what a tie up with auto... what the. so khushiji's day dreams are not minus heat, all sweetness and flying stars and flowers, huh? how can it be when sir asr is the man in question. so, that day dream much later when she sees him with a pearl string was really so floaty because lady was in mood a la romance, but here, sorry khushi, truth is out, you got the hots.

how cum she can't think hot when she is dreaming a hot man beside her.

just look at her state when he's near.

uff she looks engrossed, isn't she?

this is one of my favorite shot of Arshi, too perfect.

but with shyam, who's so ugh sweet, a calm, in control khushi.

and the final tadka from khushi's inner layer... arnav in jalebi, her man now part of the sweet that is practically part of her, her being... oh the ultimate owning of the man.

in the span of one episode, khushi has recognised him as her man, identified that he is the one that brings light to her life when it's dark, and seen him as her husband, herself his wife. take away the fun and games, and there's a serious passionate emotion here. after her parents' death, khushi has lived among people who have given her extreme love, but somehow she's always felt beholden, grateful, tried always harder to better, more for them. her gratitude is lovely, but her sense of right, "huq" over anyone is fragile. that huq her heart exercises over asr, without permission from her or him. this is possibly the single clear ishara she had sought from her divine mother.

the ultimate truth is Khushi falls in love with Arnav.

and an ishara to us from dm. hair. cut.

^^^ thanks, sohara,

loved your comments as always. an os? aww. i get carried away, you know that by now i guess. just loved khushi's recognising the cause of her dhakdhak episode. note how she still keeps talking acidity, perhaps too rattled by the thought itself... ar... nav... ji? ooops dhakdhak. those auto riksha shots are two of the cutest asr khushi visuals. she's all hot and bothered and sensuous in the first one, and then so pleased and happy and all innocent girl... nice.

thank you for liking my aanchal thoughts and the writing.