White.. my favorite color. I was somehow expecting the last color to be that. Every color has a beauty, but the most beautiful of all is white. It may be considered as lack of color, or boring color by many, in fact my friend and I had a debate once on favorite colors, she asked me when there are millions of colors in the world, why do I like White? I need to make her read this story. I am sending her the link straight away. She needs to see these words, which described the color so precisely and so beautifully. When you mentioned the prism, I was left grinning and hitting my head simultaneously. Grinning for your mentioning, hitting my head for not thinking of this before. I am such a dud. We all study things but often fail to apply these into our real life. Isn't it? See, what you showed was a simple science but how it was applied, how it was showed poetically, made me speechless. May be science and life aren't too different from each other.
Maan's dread was understandable, and his actions yet again made me smile. This is one of the very few Maans I came to adore. Really. But more than Maan, I like Maan and Geet as a couple in this story. They are each other's support systems. You know what's the beauty of the relationship of Maan and Geet here? They are each other's friends, lover, yes, but there is another dimension here, they care for each other like a parent, and make the other one understand few things like a teacher.
When she herself was scared, and yet when she consoled him, I went all aww.
When I read that there was no Maan in the room, I was surprised. I expected that clichd sequence of watching his face first, I guess. Rofl, I am quite dramatic at times. But you pleasantly surprised me, and it was refreshing. That simple thing holds a large importance for me at least. Geet wanting to experience the moment alone, Maan not being there, may be slightly worried, and slightly anxious about the result.. but still being there around.. this was what I admire. For me, it showed this. We all need to face our problems alone, it is good to have our loved ones there for us, but it would be even more beautiful if we learn through our mistakes, and our loved ones being there behind us, like a shadow, being there for us when we need them.
I could visualize Geet's anxiety, I could visualize the fear, the slight excitement, the slight worry when she saw a blue blur, the happiness, when she saw the blue room, the yellow sun flower. Her words made me smile, and had cause my eyes moisten.
"I can see our blue room..I can see yellow sunflowers,,I can..I can see your red shirt.."She shrieked in excitement while her hands caressed his shirt..
"I know geet..."He was unable to find some other words as he found his heart unable to bear this happiness..
Her excitement, his happiness, everything was rightly captured here. While her excitement was like of a child's, his happiness which quite made him inarticulate made it even more beautiful. We often don't know what to speak at times when we are truly happy, sometimes suppressing ourselves in the fear of ruining the perfect moment, isn't it?
Thank you thank you thank you for giving a perfect end for a perfect story. Yes, I wouldn't have minded even if the end was otherwise because in the process of making each other strong and loved, they had come closer and they would have lived their lives even if otherwise. However, I secretly wished for her vision to be back, for that was one dream both of them saw together. Thank you so much for turning it true. This is one of the gems in IF, and I am glad to be a part of this wonderful journey. This work would be one of my favorites from now on, and I would cherish it forever.. thank you for sharing it with us here. Hope you write millions of such beautiful stories here :)
PS: You got rainbow and rain at the end? Can it be any more beautiful?
Edited by Cloud9. - 12 years ago
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