How beautifully you draw us into the chapter Mirabell. The sights (well ... need I say more
) and sounds "The slow addition to the symphony of sounds" of a new day stirring up memories of similar mornings in India. Somnolent household members needing chai and chat to clear away the remnants of sleep from their eyes.
The image of the three women sharing their grief was so poignantly moving. Several lifetimes of it swirling between them.
And then you lifted my spirit with Khushi waking up happy. How long it's been since she's felt this simple emotion on first opening her eyes. Just happy.
Your Meera is an utter darling. So delightfully effervescent even while being endearingly sensitive. The bond that she shares with Arnav is so moving to read, right from the time he first came to visit and she quietly leant against his arm. Evinces a warm tearful smile in me ... every time.
I loved how you showed us the subtle difference in the way Manorama and Buaji looked at Khushi when Sumttra asked her to call Arnav. One sensing the underlying emotions between the two while the other only aware of what's outwardly obvious. An interesting reflection of both their personalities I thought. One quietly reflective while the other being one who bustles around.
I'm giggling along with Khushi at a mustachioed Arnav with this dialogue going round in my head "Moonchein ho to Nathulalji jaisi hon" 😆
Once again I marvel at the way you've written Mohan and Meera. Their interaction a delight to read. And Arnav transmuting his need to touch his child by stroking Meera's curls was so so touching.
Khushi may have been thinking that she'll spontaneously combust, but it seems the thought has made a "move from her mind to his ears" (Sorry, I'm totally misquoting you here!). Way to go Arnav. I for one will not be complaining if you choose to stay in that aankhon ko thandak giving state for a while longer 😉 Dhak dhak dhak dhak ... a "cacophony" very different to what we started out with!
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