ArHI SS: RSVP: The End. 10/April [Complete] - Page 11

Originally posted by: Arshi67

I've been left floundering to find adequate words to add to the conversation. Seemed wiser to listen silently.

We are different people at different stages of life, but sometimes different at the same time responding to how we relate with the person concerned.

Your mention of past perfect moments resonated deeply with me. We tend to gloss over unpleasant past events, thereby viewing our past through a rosy haze.

Originally posted by: vfordonkey

Chapter 1

I always feel strange when someone makes a reference to the 90's because I was born in them - and yet not. It's bloody strange - being able to understand one reference and drawing up blank at the others. For the bad movies on cable T.V feels familiar - like a flash of golden tinted memory (I don't know why but whenever I think of my childhood it's always tinted yellow or gold like an instagram filter I can't figure out how to remove) - but. And here comes the but - I can't completely relate.

And that burns me, because I want to understand. I want to know her - Khushi. Because I feel her heartbeat beneath the words and want to feel her. Skin, emotion, all.

(I find it ironic that Khushi asks Arnav to accept that they just weren't adequate enough; but thinks an angsty back story is a pre-requisite for good writing)

For the life of me, I couldn't understand why autumn leaves? I haven't even seen them in real life - a wallpaper option on the Window's desktop background is the closest I've come to seeing autumn leaves closely. But. I understand the logic... if you know what I'm trying to say?

Arnav and Khushi intrigue me. Is this the part in the film where there is a voice over monologue; in which the heroine is addressing the hero in her head; but he doesn't know it. Or are they so comfortable with each other that their silence speaks louder - and they don't need to fill it in with words?

I am half part intrigued and half part confused. Bleh. I'll read on.

Originally posted by: vfordonkey

Chapter Two

I was reminded of the song "To Build A Home" by The Cinematic Orchestra while reading this update. I read it again - this time with that song playing in the background.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUFJJNQGwhk

Nothing else really. If I were to be brutally honest - I didn't really feel anything while reading this update. I'm not good with people - emotions. My inter-personal intelligence is quite low.

Arnav hails from the opposite end of the spectrum and I don't associate with him. But I do attempt to understand. And I think I do. Some portions of it.

Originally posted by: asumi

A three legged bench awaits in a deserted bus stop
for us to make it real.
Come with your borrowed wings and sit next to me,
help me remember the person I used to be.

- A.

PS: I just made that up. The last four lines, that is. That's poetry Ms. Gupta. Allow me to tell you this:

na na na na na na - na na na na na na - naaah naah naaah naah

words are like... like smile.. like air.. like wind.. like storm.. like agony .. they make u smile.. be awed... be happy... cry a bit.. get annoyed a bit.. n i am beyond all this.. n i am still in 2nd chapter... thought of writing after reading the whole thing but i know i will be speech less and blank so just writing now it self

Originally posted by: Prettycool

What can I say you toppled me with your writing

Originally posted by: AquaSandhya

Well, What can I say? Here I am to trouble you again 😆

Book Marking 😊