Mirabell, I'm going to suggest a "moratorium" on your going away to door desh! Zaalim time difference :( All of us wanted to be here, so here goes ...
@chotidesi
Ah, I've missed your updates! I hope you are having a lovely time in India, just like your Khushi... but perhaps minus the bandages for the little ones, yes? 😆
It was delightful seeing them laughing and enjoying being silly. But seeing Mohan's reaction to his father's joy and his innocent desire to see him remain that way melted my heart. Indeed, the directness and simplicity of a child's reasoning is disarming. It cuts through the clutter to the essence so easily. Reminding us of what truly matters.
Can one dictate to one's heart to not speak to another? To one that's beckoning? Khushi may be on a mission but can she force her heart to now retreat? Meera certainly can't. Your heart goes out to this child. Melancholy is not a word this charming adorable girl should have any truck with.
You show Manorama's feelings so poignantly. That conflict within her to accept what she senses. But you always know that she will ultimately do what is right for her children. Swarth' is never going to win for this remarkable lady. She may reflect, contemplate on it, but never succumb to it.
As you had said earlier, this house has a special aura. It's lowered the guards of so many, cocooned as they are in it's peacefulness. Now hoping the one's who've slipped in past those guards have made an indelible mark.
And Mirabell, woh jiska naam M se hai, kya woh always itne special hote hai?
A lot of thoughts and a lot of feelings without the need for anyone saying!
I think we have reached that stage of the story where the understandings have taken over the apprehensions of every relationship. It is still going to be a long drive before the understandings can turn into anything meaningful. But with you at the helm Mira, I am sure the drive will be worth every twist and turn. We are all lucky that there are enough vantage points where we can sit back and relax and watch you zipping through that black strip.
Merriment and happiness, playful roughhousing, giggles and smirks, collective buffoonery - I had to read a second time just to make sure, this was really about removing band aid's from a kid😆. Somewhere in all that you also figured out a way to throw in the mole at the base of her nape, peck on his lips, and slipping out of his arms, it's no wonder Khushi could feel his eyes on her neck. And with all the happiness around, it's no wonder Mohan had a smile on his face and sense of accomplishment be please pleased with himself.
Manorama's might have realized that something is off here and she may need some more time to figure out an exact name for the relationship they share. But her thoughts reflect the mood of change that a few strangers bought in their life. Her two girls may be in tears fearing the loss of the cheers they had for the past few days. If she only looked closer, I am sure she can find the same tears on the strangers too. I am sure the ladies of the sisterhood of the sorrow' will figure out the conundrum😃.
I have to admit that the drive on the black strip was the enjoyable one for me. I am glad Khushi, courtesy of the back seat, got her chance to elicit some of her gazing revenge👏. She can finally make her choice, one glimpse at a time for long drive ahead. I am also glad that the smirks, winks and frowns are back. She might have won the first round or should I say, he lost of the first round? Or should I say, he made her win the first round? But, who would be keeping score when everyone playing is winning😉.
This chapter is just another example on how much we miss your cool summer breeze of writing. Now that you have ended on a promise of a long drive, I am sure it can only get better from here😉
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