🧡Somewhere Over the Rainbow #39 With Prats in our hearts🧡 - Page 119

Let us Celebrate her life in all its glory -

This must be prepared by our Branka, it is her trademark style---

There is an eye somewhere to see every beauty. There is an ear somewhere to hear every truth. There is a heart somewhere to receive every love. The entire world is there to love a true artist! Forever and eternally...

Happy times are momentary, but memories stay there forever!

Now, the memories of her success are the treasure she left behind for us . The first one is not a creation, it is a photo of Pratyusha --

We saw the empty laughs, broken feelings, inner anguish, sorrowful breathing with suppressed emotion, and those forced grins, Pratyusha, your inner strength depleted and spent on that terrible day. We saw it all in that heinous message that splashed across our TV screens on that dark night! Everything has gone wrong, as seen in the news—the story of a soul that has withered away with no more control! Our renowned Anandi, the widely acclaimed actress globally, Pratyusha, was once a profound, conflicted, agonizing anguish and that horrible tragedy! Prats, I've missed you... I've missed you!

This verse describes Prats so well...I took it from the first BD thread that was created for her a few years back. Gina was the Thread maker.

" A wild flower, rare, beautiful and surprising,
She stands strong and distinguished among the rest.
Her natural yet subtle beauty is entrancing.
The clarity of nature is once again manifest."

- Anon

She is an actress who could portray all her emotions without saying a single word—her eyes, mannerisms, and smile—she was just captivating...

So many memories; she entered our drawing rooms as well as our hearts as Anandi, ruled our minds as Sagarika and then Mohini, Even into this awful character, she infused her charm and boosted the TRPs of that serial. During her acting career, she was regarded as a highly accomplished actress.

Let that beauty shine into the world, yet always be okay with closing the door when you need solitude; even the daisies rest at night, their petals folded inward.