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Hey all!
I loved today's episode.. And well, my favourite scene was when manik and nandini were on the couch, with their hands entwined.
For me, that whole scene was their expression of home.
It is rare that we find a friend and a lover who shares our pains and happy moments equally and loves us as much as we love them, if not more. For Nandini, there has been a dearth of such people who let her be, without expectations.. Anyway. i ended up writing this.. So share ur thoughts 😳
I used to think home was a place of fiction. When I came to Mumbai, and saw these cold bungalows with more servants than family, I was sure home was not to be found here. My fireflies gave me solace during those nights when Rishab struggled against his own demons, so hard. And almost lost, every time. His pain reminded me of what I could never be, of what we could never have: a childhood like others. Left with a fairy tale of true love and a pen to fulfil my dreams with, our parents had been forcefully taken away from us. And Rishab never spoke.
In Mumbai, amidst chachi's light hearted warmth and chacha's loving leniency, I tried to adjust... Perhaps that is what home was always supposed to be.
Maybe I had dreamed too much.
But before I reached there, I was to meet you.
You always laugh when I tell you, but you protected my fairytale from shattering. Hidden in shadows, you saved my light. As you were going to, every time, in days to come. I would hate you, and yet, you would hold on to me. I would want to give up and you would egg me on, in the only aggressive, angry way you knew. You made me shine.
And I wanted to shine for you. You gave me up, dissapointed me, scared me, excited me. And yet, you did not let go. And when I had to, I found I did not want you to.
So we began again, slowly, and became friends who were deeply in love. But it was not forever. The fireflies glowed still, our fates were entwined: but I lost my belief, till you shone for me, again. And in anger, asked me to shine, in silence, loved me. In hatred, ached with me.
After a long, hard journey, as I lean back on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat and staring at my dreams: I realize that they lie around me, that you are the home I was looking for.
The warmth of your skin, the steadiness of your heart, the hands that refuse to let go of mine, and the taste of lips, the scent of grass and rain and you: that has always been my home.
I do not have to be strong all the time, you will hold me when I am about to break.
I do not have to be sensible all the time,
You will indulge me when I wish to be childish.
I do not have to be serious all the time,
You will laugh at my stupid jokes.
I can be a 'me' I never could be,
With you.
Manik Malhotra, how can I say those three words when I still do not know how to believe I could have all this, that I could have my home engulfing me with warmth and infusing love in every pore of my skin, every nerve of my body, every particle of my soul?
Can all this be the 'humesha' you promised?
A promise I see in your eyes and feel in your touch, a promise I sense when you say my name, to ensure I exist.
So, I answer you with smiles and hold your hands a little tighter, and love you with everything I am... Words can come later.
Love
I loved today's episode.. And well, my favourite scene was when manik and nandini were on the couch, with their hands entwined.
For me, that whole scene was their expression of home.
It is rare that we find a friend and a lover who shares our pains and happy moments equally and loves us as much as we love them, if not more. For Nandini, there has been a dearth of such people who let her be, without expectations.. Anyway. i ended up writing this.. So share ur thoughts 😳
I used to think home was a place of fiction. When I came to Mumbai, and saw these cold bungalows with more servants than family, I was sure home was not to be found here. My fireflies gave me solace during those nights when Rishab struggled against his own demons, so hard. And almost lost, every time. His pain reminded me of what I could never be, of what we could never have: a childhood like others. Left with a fairy tale of true love and a pen to fulfil my dreams with, our parents had been forcefully taken away from us. And Rishab never spoke.
In Mumbai, amidst chachi's light hearted warmth and chacha's loving leniency, I tried to adjust... Perhaps that is what home was always supposed to be.
Maybe I had dreamed too much.
But before I reached there, I was to meet you.
You always laugh when I tell you, but you protected my fairytale from shattering. Hidden in shadows, you saved my light. As you were going to, every time, in days to come. I would hate you, and yet, you would hold on to me. I would want to give up and you would egg me on, in the only aggressive, angry way you knew. You made me shine.
And I wanted to shine for you. You gave me up, dissapointed me, scared me, excited me. And yet, you did not let go. And when I had to, I found I did not want you to.
So we began again, slowly, and became friends who were deeply in love. But it was not forever. The fireflies glowed still, our fates were entwined: but I lost my belief, till you shone for me, again. And in anger, asked me to shine, in silence, loved me. In hatred, ached with me.
After a long, hard journey, as I lean back on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat and staring at my dreams: I realize that they lie around me, that you are the home I was looking for.
The warmth of your skin, the steadiness of your heart, the hands that refuse to let go of mine, and the taste of lips, the scent of grass and rain and you: that has always been my home.
I do not have to be strong all the time, you will hold me when I am about to break.
I do not have to be sensible all the time,
You will indulge me when I wish to be childish.
I do not have to be serious all the time,
You will laugh at my stupid jokes.
I can be a 'me' I never could be,
With you.
Manik Malhotra, how can I say those three words when I still do not know how to believe I could have all this, that I could have my home engulfing me with warmth and infusing love in every pore of my skin, every nerve of my body, every particle of my soul?
Can all this be the 'humesha' you promised?
A promise I see in your eyes and feel in your touch, a promise I sense when you say my name, to ensure I exist.
So, I answer you with smiles and hold your hands a little tighter, and love you with everything I am... Words can come later.
Love
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