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Arrey... I wanted to kill, I wanted to kill them...kyu ghur rahe ho. I'm talking about mosquitoes-machchar. Pata ni kinne the aur kinno ko mara. Kaat kaat ke mere khoon nahin, jaan hi le li. I couldn't even watch the episode well.!!!
Waise pata ni aaj Deebz kya bolegi.! Any burst outs????
So lemme start bhashan of the night.
As Methi challenged him, Sooraj replied in the same tone with confidence. I thought Sandhya will join Bhabho-Bhabhasa & shout 'nahin.! Mhaara Beend'... Par woh bhi ni hua.
I guess the ideas of Meenudi has no end; of course they has an origin a brain that secretes wicked ideas instead of dopamine for neural transmissions... I agree she is greedy. But is that fair to play with life of own sister with no second thoughts.? Vikram was again made 'a goat in the picture'. Yeah. Bakra, that too one in a figure. Its very easy to fool the guy. But Meenudi, till how many days ur plans will move.? Chaturi IPS is on duty instead of Sandy.
Today I again fell for Bhabho. I knew, from the day she talked with Baabasa in boat, her views on marriage & relationships started to change. But I din't expect a sudden action from her to let her chora & his beendni enjoy their love life as much as they want.
And Sandhya again cherished her IPS dreams. She must've told herself 'shall I be ever able to wear this uniform in my real life...don't know..' though he praised her attire sincerely, she was rather cloudy & just only managed to smile. I wished to see them standing together for a photo. Again the CVs... Chalo who values my expectations..?
Finally the most most awaited dream came true. I was confused about how Sandhya will react as she was cloudy as she left the studio. (Right Now Im confused about how Deebs will react. By the time I post this, forum might've been the left over of a bomb blast...) As she heard 'wo ayi ni', her senses recalled his soft murmurs. Shy blushed her cheeks. She just had a glance of him. He was like a little kid who caught stealing sweets. Just he looked like a dil ka chor...waise he has stolen my heart too...but his chor wala smile was untolerable. For a moment I screamed--- what the.? Why she is not rushing to hug him as if she is afraid of losing him forever.?--- chalo, the CVs. Who cares me...? She just tried to walk away like every other Indian girl. Doesn't it seem too filmy..? Honestly I didnt like that. I wished her to look in to his eyes & kiss them with her eyelids rather than a twirl. Phir se the CVs...who cares me...?
But he clusped her fingers in his. It rather looked her heart was beating in his palm. I knew that was not the perfect time or place to say I Love You. No flying dupattas or ringing bells. No gifts or overdramatic eyelocks. Neither a garden nor an illuminated adorned hall. No Prince on horse and no Princess in gowns. No branded outfits & bridal make ups. No magics, nothing. Just a roadside, only burning sun above & hot earth below. Just the BG music played. No more fairy tales. But the earth's most selfless lovers found some moments there for each other. As he said, only love, deep love. That twirled them all around like wind. They couldn't see anything else. His words were soft, but clear and confident. His heart spoke & her eyes. He already knew his answer, but was a curious kid to listen it from her. It was his love in his palms. And she knew he never let it go. I don't know, for a moment I was Sooraj and for another I was Sandhya. She knew she love him, but...
It was simple, simpler than the simplest and the most serene and beautiful. Because it was only just simple. And nothing was more beautiful than that... It resembled the raindrops falling in the woods. Though my sky again got painted in red & purples, though my clouds again gone pink blushing, though my earth sighed for the first raindrops falling, as I said, I do not wish to twirl or dance or bounce. I know I'm drenched, bady wet in them... I wish to lose myself in their tubulance...like a wild blue rose floating in a calm river... New buds has sprouted, new leaves and flowers are ready to flutter in winds, all birds are tuning their strings to sing and again a spring is all set to bloom all over the my earth... Let her speak...
Indian Idol 15
