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Blast from the Past Thread #16, pg 128, epi 180 (Page 117)

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harichandana,

spamming? nahiiin this is discussioniya. yes, the entire cast was perfect, their vibe with each other was fabulous in ipk. and yet, if barun had not been asr... i don't know. anyway... now all done and over with and we revel in what is not what might have been.

frankly i don't wish ipk2 good or bad. i am sure actors have worked hard, most tv guys do, unlike bw i find... none of them has that air of entitlement... sincere usually, highly talented or not... i wish them well. will i watch it? no. but then i don't watch tv much anyway... Embarrassed

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Originally posted by indi52










love sonnet xi

i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
silent and starving, i prowl through the streets.
bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
i hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

i hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the colour of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
i want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

i want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
i want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and i pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the b
arrens of quitratue.

~~~ pablo neruda~~~






the cinnamon peelers wife

if i were a cinnamon peeler
i would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. the blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

...

when we swam once
i touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
you climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women
the grasscutters wife, the lime burners daughter.
and you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.
and knew
what good is it
to be the lime burners daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.

you touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
i am the cinnamon
peelers wife. smell me.


~~~michael ondaatje~~~







episode 171

"pata nahin yeh sab kaise hua jiji, hume pata nahin tha ki woh... woh laad governor aise..." i don't know how this happened, jiji, i didn't know that... that laad gov... 

change of tone, a gentle breeze seems to waft through the words that come after this, a feeling escaping strictly imposed bounds?

"aise humare saath naachenge..." would dance with me like that.

the beauty of it is he hears that.

before her quick recovery, and, "pata nahin samajhte hain kya woh apne aap ko... hume faraq nahin padta..." don't know who he thinks he is, makes no difference to me. ah the protest on a higher note, who is she trying to convince. he knows otherwise.

"unhe shayad..." perhaps he...

and stop.

a gust of wind, then music pours in... a rhythm in it, a knowledge. we are looking at a state of mind. hers. his. she may say whatever she likes but that she can't resist is pretty clear. the direction in many of these scenes was instinctive and lovely... just as you'd see it in your mind.

and he? two poems, both sensual to an ecstatic point, both about extreme love, came to mind. i have quoted them many times, and in both i find asr and khushi. tonight he was here to mark her it seemed to me. to be predator, to hunt. to make her his own, and no lingering doubts about that.

on the dark night of diwali, he had felt a desire he could neither understand, nor accept. but tonight it's different, he has made a journey, he still may not understand, but accept he does. he submits in that dance of his... reminds me so of spiritual submission, faith, religion, god. to give in first without "knowing," then should understanding come, wonderful, if not, one believes anyway. i think the gut reacts often before the heart and brain, instinct before emotion and intellect...

so he danced.

if the desire expressed in teri meri took us to a spiritual plane almost, no matter how sensuous their undulating bodies, now it was time for the flesh and its desire... equally beautiful, powerful, pure, animal, tactile.

he was here to claim his woman, he was here because he so wanted to see her as she looked affected by him, still in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking before all. oh he knew what her state of mind would be... arnav singh raizada is no novice when it comes to women... and he can guage what effect he might have had on her. the difference this time, he's equally shaken, craving...

i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair...

have you seen how terrific that asymmetry of his lips looks in a mirror... cuts into the mind. funny how the mirror can see what we can't. right through this hold your breath sequence we kept seeing him in reflection. layers of images at times. wonder why... his inner self is here... and hers? both naked, unmasked? he willingly, she haltingly?

"koi faraq nahin padta toh ruk kyun gayi..." if it makes no difference, why did you stop. confident, male, victorious. a magnificent maleness to asr in this episode... alpha male i think it's called... unabashedly man.

she looks up, speechless, hand still stuck midair.

silvery grows the sure voice, "kya hua... ruk kyun gayi?" what happened, why did you stop?

"aa... aap?" y.y...you... tremulous, suddenly not so feisty.

"haan, m..m..mein,"  yes, m..m..me. he moves at last and advances, teasing her with sexily for her confused air, oh that almost smile on the lips, it glitters full force in his eyes. "tum itna dar kyun rahi ho?" why are you so afraid? he gets that fear in her, she fears her own feelings, just when he's decided not to fear his... she's walking backward, even before he's come anywhere near her.

"main tumhe kha toh nahin jaoonga." i am not going to eat you...

i want to eat your skin like a whole almond. i want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body...

kha toh nahin jaoonga? i won't eat you? i am thinking what the. where did that come from? maybe he does wish to devour her, maybe she wants to be... oh ok it's just a turn of phrase, but here it's just so much more. please do devour each other you two... you have no option. this is how passionate your love is, i think neruda would have written a poem just for the two of you.

"tum hamesha peechhe kyun jaati ho," why do you always walk backward... after a quick, terribly cute, check.

"kyunki aap hamesha... aa aage...  aate hain... " because you always come forward...

she has to speak the truth.. she is totally out of her depth in this game of attraction... hamesha aage goes this man... the predator, the stalker, the puma.

"khushi," a change of tone, a seriousness suddenly.

"thanks nahin bologi mujhe?" won't you say thanks to me?

she has no idea what he's talking about, she's possibly forgotten all about the bet... everything... almost in a daze. the raw charge of male sexuality  coming at her... intoxicating, scary almost. who can think clearly amid this.

purse lips, kill the viewers, then in velvet voice, gone especially husky as though a hand just stroked the velvet the other way... "tumhare ishaaron pe na sahi... par tumhare saath toh naacha." may not have danced to your tune, but did dance with you.

oh don't remind us, i'll have to rush back to previous episode pronto...

just music on the two. she looks dumbstruck and smitten. he just so loves looking at her.

director cuts for breathing break... for audience. with the mami bua story... it's face blackening time, in reply to bua ji finding out that her drink was spiked. hints of things to come? actually the night of the terrace, his judgment was spiked by shyam's venom... a world of difference between what he saw and what he thought he saw. and her reputation was ruined... blackened face as it were.

yet even in that state, somehow the dance continued.

we return to the forest of desire.

"shukriya... par..."

and he's not going to let her off the hook so easily, plus he seems to want to see her win the trophy, so...

"ab time waste karna band karo... aur jaldi neeche aa jao... sab wait kar rahe hain." stop wasting time now and come downstairs quickly... everyone is waiting for you.

he leaves.

and the heart beat is back, clutch your heart and hope to... what?

no need to ponder too long, for suddenly, without warning he's back, right before her, the mirror shows his approach... an air of purpose about him. yeah he's got an agenda. and if that smile is anything to go by, khushi ji had better get some oxygen ready.

when he comes and stops before her and his smile, his quiet dark gaze the mirror reflects back, i know i have found my most significant moment in the episode. everything that this episode wants to say seems to be here. it's the edit i've left between the two poems.

over the dhak dhak and the tender tones of music, he takes off the single pin that holds up her long silken strands and as her hair cascades down and frames her face, he looks at her enjoying the vision and quietly avers, "ab theek hai."

what an intimate gesture. he'd done the same thing in the kitchen of her home one day, but at that time possibly without thinking of how she'd look, more to save her from getting caught by hawk eyed mami ji. he'd done it with a sense of right then too, but not for his pleasure. that has changed. now, this is a deliberate gesture... to leave his mark on her. to tell her, she is his and somewhere she dresses and looks beautiful for him.

this is ownership. first i submit to you, then i own you. two key aspects of love.

whom would you allow that close? who would dare? well we know who would. but what will she do?

i am the cinnamon
peelers wife. smell me.


she looked demure and confused but she did not protest... and before she could come to a response, second assault... the sense of this man's timing... he knows exactly how long the opponent needs for the blow to sink in, then sweetly one more is delivered.

"waise yeh rang tumpe..."  pause, get her tense... "utna bhi bura nahin lagta," grazing, granular huskiness. well that colour doesn't look... too bad on you either. what's the opponent to do but fall flat.

dhak dhaak dhakdhak, hold the gaze. let her feel the battle, let her grasp its intent.

and walk away.

cool. devastating. hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of quitratue.

when khushi returned, where was she headed? straight to her laad gov? khushi? payal stops her... itni der kyun laga di... beautiful tension between the two... he looks up the moment he hears her name... and then the touching of the ear... he with keen eyes has noticed one ear ring missing. always parts of her stay back to chat with him, or he leaves a key with her so she may never feel alone.

in his eyes at the end though, no sign of a game, just a desire that he has stopped fighting. letting her know that is all he wants to do.

the understanding of character that writers show here is wonderful. arnav singh raizada is a clever man who once he decides on something believes in going after it. not hang around waiting for things to come to him. from the very beginning this has been his way. now when he is ready to give in to khushi he will not delay anything, not sit ponder wait weigh, it will be act act act all the way.

and in the very same vein alas, when the terrace tricks him, he will not wait to find out more... just go ahead and act.



Are you a rockstar or are you a rockstar? This was amazing. The poetry, totally crisp and alive to the momentStar... Can we all just live here forever? I'm sure there are more poems you know. Let's just do this for the rest of our lives i say!! Velvet being stroked the other way, Indus? Can i just die at the feet of that analogy?Star

Arnav Singh Raizada has never ever been like this.. Never before, never after. Alpha male you say...Lord of the Ring say I. Epic awesomeness in every move.. approaching her, defining her, oh that air of sureness is killing...deeply deathly seductive. And an irresistible intelligence at play, not just some hyper phony move from a Joe Schmoe who's turned on and can't hold back. No attacking...just...uff..."marking".
...fantastic!

And that look in his eyes at the end. Hoped you'd bring it up, you lover of the lopsided you. That's the look love sonnets try so hard to evoke..of a lover profoundly besotted. And it's right here. Effortless. Boundless. Pure magic. Gods of poetry, please take a look.

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Originally posted by indi52

harichandana,

spamming? nahiiin this is discussioniya. yes, the entire cast was perfect, their vibe with each other was fabulous in ipk. and yet, if barun had not been asr... i don't know. anyway... now all done and over with and we revel in what is not what might have been.

frankly i don't wish ipk2 good or bad. i am sure actors have worked hard, most tv guys do, unlike bw i find... none of them has that air of entitlement... sincere usually, highly talented or not... i wish them well. will i watch it? no. but then i don't watch tv much anyway... Embarrassed


Since IPK ended, I don't even remember which channel comes on what number on my TV Wink 

If Barun wasn't ASR, don't think we'd be discussing a Hindi serial on a weekday afternoon, putting aside all other work ROFL

IPK2, well, honestly it did not bother me that they gave it the same name, for their own sake, they would have done better if it did not have the same name, you are asking for unwanted comparisons, especially after the first one was a phenomenon. 

It is a serial after all, why would you want to wish bad for anything or anyone in the first place. The curious cat in me did check out the first episode but that's about it. Wink If it does well, good for all those involved. 

Humare liye ASR aur unke "What the" kafi hai Tongue



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Originally posted by sohara



Episode-171



Sohara, nice nice! This episode and all your takes on it are super. I love the GIFS above. Love what you say about the indirect compliment he gives her...you don't look too bad...implying you look amazing. Flirty shlirty naughty ASR! And the unclasping of the hair clip...like you i believe too it's cos he loves her hair down...though i don't mind everyone else saying that he is possessive and wants to cover her back. Sexy thought that, only because it's the Raizada. Anybody else doing that and I'd have revolted at the narrowness of mind!

Buaji's sweet revenge...glad you introduced it AFTER completing that mesmerising moment between the predator and his catch. Too mean...and too clever, the makers interspersing the moment so our longingness is intact!

And victim saving the murderer, less said the better. The story of Anjali's life.

Good fun reading your take! Thanks!

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Originally posted by indi52






the cinnamon peelers wife

if i were a cinnamon peeler
i would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. the blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

...

when we swam once
i touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
you climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women
the grasscutters wife, the lime burners daughter.
and you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.
and knew
what good is it
to be the lime burners daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.

you touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
i am the cinnamon
peelers wife. smell me.


~~~michael ondaatje~~~




Are you a rockstar or are you a rockstar? This was amazing. The poetry, totally crisp and alive to the momentStar... Can we all just live here forever? I'm sure there are more poems you know. Let's just do this for the rest of our lives i say!! Velvet being stroked the other way, Indus? Can i just die at the feet of that analogy?Star

Arnav Singh Raizada has never ever been like this.. Never before, never after. Alpha male you say...Lord of the Ring say I. Epic awesomeness in every move.. approaching her, defining her, oh that air of sureness is killing...deeply deathly seductive. And an irresistible intelligence at play, not just some hyper phony move from a Joe Schmoe who's turned on and can't hold back. No attacking...just...uff..."marking".
...fantastic!

And that look in his eyes at the end. Hoped you'd bring it up, you lover of the lopsided you. That's the look love sonnets try so hard to evoke..of a lover profoundly besotted. And it's right here. Effortless. Boundless. Pure magic. Gods of poetry, please take a look.


hi issk, you happy and loopy in goa? saw your lamp shot, light scattering reaching recesses that stay in the dark most times... till you take yourself to a different space, and suddenly ufff. more than a decade ago, six months in amman by myself... on a sudden spree... learned to look at light differently among other things. waiting for the daughter to grow up, maybe again some day a little take off. tee hee.

till then, there are lopsided smiles to revel in, interpret, read poetry for and think, ah there's more to all of thsiis really.

thanks for liking. i love poetry, though can't remember most... over the years, every time i am at a bit of a what to do, i find myself reading poetry, often not understanding, but still getting some permanent joy out of it... is rational cognition (is that the word i seek) so essential? found myself pulled right back to it when i came to ipk and started banging away at hapless keyboard. there's poetry there in the life and rhythm of those two. even structure... they'll go all over the place and then suddenly, wham, click, it falls into place, rhymes... so the moment i feel a sense of that, off i go to the net... bless these www and internet makers... they who shun fame and wealth and so change our world. and bless every guy who uploads yards of poetry.

in pink... you likee? i was so desperately trying to find the words to describe... not very adept at metaphors and similes me.

in purple... may i hug you for that and have a port wine or feni with you too? that intelligence...and no sense of joe schmoe turned on Dead. so easy to look a bit ugh expressing so much desire... in fact was just chatting with hd... the first time we have rabba vey, he's looking at a girl he insults and demeans at the drop of a hat or tries to and yet on seeing her in red, he's a goner. very physical this reaction... no amount of rabba vey will raise it to the sublime... yet never did it feel icky... that irresistible intelligence... to get a character so... that is sublime.


in red... oh what a lover and let's redefine besotted. how come no one can see the potential of this jodi... no one realises there's still a lot to be told in their tale.



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Originally posted by indi52

harichandana,

spamming? nahiiin this is discussioniya. yes, the entire cast was perfect, their vibe with each other was fabulous in ipk. and yet, if barun had not been asr... i don't know. anyway... now all done and over with and we revel in what is not what might have been.

frankly i don't wish ipk2 good or bad. i am sure actors have worked hard, most tv guys do, unlike bw i find... none of them has that air of entitlement... sincere usually, highly talented or not... i wish them well. will i watch it? no. but then i don't watch tv much anyway... Embarrassed


Since IPK ended, I don't even remember which channel comes on what number on my TV Wink 

If Barun wasn't ASR, don't think we'd be discussing a Hindi serial on a weekday afternoon, putting aside all other work ROFL

IPK2, well, honestly it did not bother me that they gave it the same name, for their own sake, they would have done better if it did not have the same name, you are asking for unwanted comparisons, especially after the first one was a phenomenon. 

It is a serial after all, why would you want to wish bad for anything or anyone in the first place. The curious cat in me did check out the first episode but that's about it. Wink If it does well, good for all those involved. 

Humare liye ASR aur unke "What the" kafi hai Tongue



ha ha in pink... and now we are into evening... and still ROFL ROFL
ROFL

in purple, i agree, it's more of a handicap carrying this name wrapped in love and expectations. skews the response, objectivity lost... hope the serial weathers it well.


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main tumhe kha toh nahin jaoonga." i am not going to eat you...

i want to eat your skin like a whole almond. i want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body...

kha toh nahin jaoonga? i won't eat you? i am thinking what the. where did that come from? maybe he does wish to devour her, maybe she wants to be... oh ok it's just a turn of phrase, but here it's just so much more. please do devour each other you two... you have no option. this is how passionate your love is, i think neruda would have written a poem just for the two of you.



when he comes and stops before her and his smile, his quiet dark gaze the mirror reflects back, i know i have found my most significant moment in the episode. everything that this episode wants to say seems to be here. it's the edit i've left between the two poems.


171 172 Indi maar dala with your edits analysis and the poems you qouted so romantic sensuous description both so affected with each other.

for these episodes from Gupt for Arnav and Khushi ofcourse their is an old number as well the lyrics bit different


Mere khwaabon mein tu meri saanson mein tu
You are in my dreams, you are in my breaths

Meri baahon mein tu dil ki raahon mein tu
you are in my arms, you are in my heart

Mere khwaabon mein tu meri saanson mein tu
Meri baahon mein tu dil ki raahon mein tu

Raat din subah o shaam leke tera naam
Night and day, taking your name

Mere dil ne kiye tujhe laakhon salaam
my heart has paid millions of salutations to you

Mere khwaabon mein tu meri saanson mein tu
You are in my dreams, you are in my breaths

Meri baahon mein tu dil ki raahon mein tu
you are in my arms and in my heart

Raat din subah o shaam leke tera naam
Night and day, taking your name

Mere dil ne kiye tujhe laakhon salaam
my heart has greeted you millions of times

Mere khwaabon mein tu meri saanson mein tu
You are in my dreams and in my breaths

Meri baahon mein tu dil ki raahon mein tu

Tu ho koi phool to chura loon
If you were a flower I would steal you

Apni zulfon mein laga loon
Place you in my hair

Hey hey
Palkhon ke neeche chhupa loon
hide you behind my eyelids

Tu ho koi jaam to uda loon
If you were a drink I would pick you

Apni pyaas main bujha loon
and quench my thirst

Hey hey
Haan aanchal ke peechhe chhupa loon
Yes, hide you behind my veil

Na main phool na main jaam
Neither am I a flower nor a drink

Deewana mera naam
I am crazy

Mera naam saari duniya mein hai badnaam
My name has a bad name in the whole world


Mere khwaabon mein tu meri saanson mein tu
You are in my dreams, you are in my breaths

Meri baahon mein tu dil ki raahon mein tu
you are in my arms, you are in my heart


Tujhko koi geet main bana loon
Let me make you into a song

Apne honthon pe saja loon
Adorn you with my hands

Haan haan
yes, yes

Dil chaahe jab gunguna loon
whenever heart desires, will hum it away

Tujkho man ka meet main bana loon
will make you my heart's desire

Apni palkhon pe bitha loon
will seat you on my eyelids

Haan haan
Ha jee chaahe jab main gungunaa loon
yes, whenever heart feels like it, I will hum away

Husn ka main ghulam
I am a servant of elegance

Aashik hai mera naam
My name is Love

Ishq aata nahin bada mushkil hai kaam
love doesn't come to me, it's a very difficult task


Mere khwaabon mein tu meri saanson mein tu
You are in my dreams, you are in my breaths

Meri baahon mein tu dil ki raahon mein tu
you are in my arms and in my heart

Raat din subah o shaam leke tera naam
Night and day, taking your name

Mere dil ne kiye tujhe laakhon salaam
my heart has greeted you millions of times

the video



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Originally posted by indi52

Originally posted by IssPKaur

Originally posted by indi52






the cinnamon peelers wife

if i were a cinnamon peeler
i would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. the blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

...

when we swam once
i touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
you climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women
the grasscutters wife, the lime burners daughter.
and you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.
and knew
what good is it
to be the lime burners daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.

you touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
i am the cinnamon
peelers wife. smell me.


~~~michael ondaatje~~~




Are you a rockstar or are you a rockstar? This was amazing. The poetry, totally crisp and alive to the momentStar... Can we all just live here forever? I'm sure there are more poems you know. Let's just do this for the rest of our lives i say!! Velvet being stroked the other way, Indus? Can i just die at the feet of that analogy?Star

Arnav Singh Raizada has never ever been like this.. Never before, never after. Alpha male you say...Lord of the Ring say I. Epic awesomeness in every move.. approaching her, defining her, oh that air of sureness is killing...deeply deathly seductive. And an irresistible intelligence at play, not just some hyper phony move from a Joe Schmoe who's turned on and can't hold back. No attacking...just...uff..."marking".
...fantastic!

And that look in his eyes at the end. Hoped you'd bring it up, you lover of the lopsided you. That's the look love sonnets try so hard to evoke..of a lover profoundly besotted. And it's right here. Effortless. Boundless. Pure magic. Gods of poetry, please take a look.


hi issk, you happy and loopy in goa? saw your lamp shot, light scattering reaching recesses that stay in the dark most times... till you take yourself to a different space, and suddenly ufff. more than a decade ago, six months in amman by myself... on a sudden spree... learned to look at light differently among other things. waiting for the daughter to grow up, maybe again some day a little take off. tee hee.

till then, there are lopsided smiles to revel in, interpret, read poetry for and think, ah there's more to all of thsiis really.

thanks for liking. i love poetry, though can't remember most... over the years, every time i am at a bit of a what to do, i find myself reading poetry, often not understanding, but still getting some permanent joy out of it... is rational cognition (is that the word i seek) so essential? found myself pulled right back to it when i came to ipk and started banging away at hapless keyboard. there's poetry there in the life and rhythm of those two. even structure... they'll go all over the place and then suddenly, wham, click, it falls into place, rhymes... so the moment i feel a sense of that, off i go to the net... bless these www and internet makers... they who shun fame and wealth and so change our world. and bless every guy who uploads yards of poetry.

in pink... you likee? i was so desperately trying to find the words to describe... not very adept at metaphors and similes me.

in purple... may i hug you for that and have a port wine or feni with you too? that intelligence...and no sense of joe schmoe turned on Dead. so easy to look a bit ugh expressing so much desire... in fact was just chatting with hd... the first time we have rabba vey, he's looking at a girl he insults and demeans at the drop of a hat or tries to and yet on seeing her in red, he's a goner. very physical this reaction... no amount of rabba vey will raise it to the sublime... yet never did it feel icky... that irresistible intelligence... to get a character so... that is sublime.


in red... oh what a lover and let's redefine besotted. how come no one can see the potential of this jodi... no one realises there's still a lot to be told in their tale.





I love velvet and as a child, stroked it back and forth and couldn't believe the awesomeness. That slight shift in color and texture with every stroke. Thought it was magic. Much like the 'edits' i'm reveling in now. I'm that child again, stroking and seeing magic... My new velvet, these images. Anyway (trust me to just meanderLOL most effortlesslyLOL) i was meaning to say that i read your lines vis a vis the man's vocal folds and died... that backward stroke of his, stupendous i say!

Very happy and relaxed in goa...my second home i call it after the dilli...for it's equally loving and loyal to my most outrageous demandsEmbarrassed You wanna hug? Come over now! In a cafe i am right now soaking in some bob the dylan and sipping some coffee the americano. And typing...feeling like i'm talking really. Am pretty certain they'll serve us port the wine too...Smile You liked lamp shot from last night haan?Smile

Joe Schmoes, i can't stand, needless to say. Intelligence sets the man apart. No two ways. and how fab was it to see new photos today! I saw your post first thing i woke up this morning...er..noon...and was struck by that cleanness of contour...that natural clear sense of self and mind. Lovely only.

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