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Devastation descended upon her like a couldron of hot coals, weighing her down, scorching her soul. As she looked at the iced, dead face in horror, realisation dawned upon her that she may have lost something, someone precious to her. Someone that she, in the past, may have guarded with care from the jealous eyes of the world. And suddenly the stillness on the dead face seemed to seep out into the cold air around her and her entire world stood still. Blurred images of a happier past flashed in quick succession like the stills from an early 1900's film. Happy voices exchanged words in the still silent air. And stood there, tall in front of her was a towering figure robed in black and wearing a desolate expression. At once a familiar emotion tugged at her heart strings and urged her toward the figure.
Slowly she inched forward, her heart beating wildly, and as she approached him, the hazy images made way for crystal clear ones and slowly, her memory returned telling her the true story of her past.
She uttered the name that was once a smile upon her lips. What was that familiar sensation she felt - the lightness in her feet? the wild beating of her heart? The Love? It seemed to her that it was a decade since she had touched his face, his cheeks now so hollow, so ashen. His eyes, once filled with love were now black pools of emptiness. And yet, he was the same man who had embraced her with such love. She lifted her hand to touch him but failed. Perhaps it was the fault of her hands? She tried again with her other hand and she failed, yet again! Suddenly as desperation to hold him and touch him took a strong hold, she scrambled back to the dead corpse. There, she lovingly removed the cold ice and snow from its face and as she did so, the ice on his face melted, and the black emptiness gave way to expose an abject hopelessness, helplessness. And, helpless he was . There was nothing he could do to comfort her, to ease her grief - Grief at his death, at her LOSS. For he was dead and he was lost to her.
She ran again to him and tried once again, and then once more to embrace him, desperate in her grief to hold and be held by the man who once meant the moon and stars to her. But how can you touch an emotion? How can you feel a sensation? How can you see an apparition? And so she touched him and felt and saw him like the apparition he was. And she understood, unbeknownst to her, while she was in deep slumber fighting death, he was lost to her. When she awoke and fought the world for what she thought was right, unbeknownst to her-he was lost to her. When she made right decisions and many wrong ones, he was lost to her. Forever, He was lost to her.
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Fridays episode was a powerful one. It showed us small insights into what transpired between Shiv and Sharanya and the love they shared. Was it inadequate, incomplete? Yes, it was. But how is it possible to show everything in the first instance? They were trying at first to establish the relationship that Shiv and Sharanya shared - one of spiritual and physical proximity ...the flashbacks were meant to convey that equation. More will be revealed in the next few episodes, and if I am correct, in the episodes that follow too. We are going to see only a part of the story now. The rest will be after Manali. I think it would be wrong to assume that these episodes will talk of the past and then nothing more. There will be and should be more of the past after the 16th. It cannot be abruptly put away.
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