You know Ananya, of all your works 'The Stranger and the Angel' remains my favorite. I might be a little biased towards it, I guess.
But after reading this, I don't know where I stand.
This had such a sweet melancholy to it.
The Diwali scene was one of my favourite scenes in the show.
And if ever a writer did justice to it, it was you.
I loved the way you wrote about Arnav-Anjali and Khushi-Payal. After all, the biggest decision of both their lives was due to their siblings. Him trying to save his sister's marriage, and she trying to save her sister's.
He would do anything, even pray to the Gods he doesn't believe in for his sister.
And she would enter into a contract marriage to save her sister's life.
Both of them wishing just for a moment of love, because they know that anything prolonged that that would not be possible, is just heart wrenching.
I loved the way you described hoe Arnav felt about Khushi.
How she is always on his mind, how he cannot see her cry, and how when someone says she's going to leave him, his brain shuts down and refuses to even process that thought.
And the kiss. Oh Ananya, the kiss.
It has the sweet melancholy of love, and the ignited passion that had remain buried for so long.
I always wanted them to kiss in the show.
Arnav and Khushi's love was passion at its best. They drove each other to the edge. They got under each others skin. They might bring the worst out in each other, but they also brought out the best.
So it was very hard for me to understand, from where did Arnav gather the strength to pull away?
Didn't he know that passion like this was hard to be found?
Didn't he understand how lucky he was?
Did he know how many people went through their entire lives without finding what he had with Khushi?
Was he completely stupid??
Fortunately, your Arnav had brains, and he did understand all this.
I loved that he refused to let her walk away.
That he took a chance, to be vulnerable.
And Khushi. I loved that she was bold.
That she knew that this was the only chance she would get at feeling what she wanted to feel. And if she let it slip, may be she won't be lucky enough to have it again.
And if she couldn't have him for life, surely she deserved this small moment, for her to carry its memories throughout her life?
But most of all, I loved how you ended it. With him staring at the stars, whishing may be, for another shooting star.
And finally letting himself hope, if only a little.
This was so beautiful, that if I don't stop now, I don't think I ever will.
Richa.