Me first me first me first. Babaji, mein first aa gayi.😃
Haan haan roll your eyes ye zaalim zamana lekin me celebrating because mein first aayi. Arre yaar studies mein na sahi, yaha toh aa gayi😆Main to studies mein bhi nahi aayi aur abhi tak kisi ke FF pe first commentor bhi nahi bani.Mujhe bhi banna hai first commentor 😒I want to know whta the fuss is all about. And if it's nothing special I'm going to make you a punching bag.😡😆Anyway ignore my bakbak above and concentrate on the bakbak below.😆
I loved the disclosure of Geet's past more so because it is coming from her, a victim who was a witness of the heinous crimes that took place that night; a witness whose world was turned upside down within a matter of few hours.
We shudder and sweat when we as much have a nightmare but here, the girl was living through the nightmare she had experienced and frankly it isn't easy. It will not be. But I adore the woman for speaking up, for being brave enough to face her demons, and live through the experience. I salute her for that.The toughest thing for a human being after experiencing such an ordeal is not to lose faith in humanity. Those who can hold on to the faith and emerge victrious, .even if they are scarred will be truly blessed in life. And so it is with Geet.She is scarred and full of doubt, but she still believes. She is able to hold on to her her faith. and that is what makes her astrong woman. Though she is fictional there are real women out there who are the inspiration for my Geet.
You know what Di, the title is damned suitable for this fic because it portrays the human relations that aren't tied by societel or man made relations. Instead it shows the bonds that are tied by love. Geet's neighbors, Manchanda uncle, Pari, Miri, her family, or even Dadi herself. No one is blood related to Geet but I am sure if there comes a day where they had to stand before death for her, they would. And come on, what else would a person want apart from having someone who would love you to death? Nothing more. And Daadi says right. Geet is blessed to have such people in her life. She truly is a heiress of love.Then I must say it is I who have been blessed with such people in my life. Amazing people wonderful people. Yes the situations are different but the heart is the same. All I can do is thank god for putting them in my life.
The kind of bonding Pari shared with Aai is believable since it is a kind of bonding we often share with the parents of our friends too. I do and it sent chills down my spine when I kept myself in Pari's shoes. How much had that girl done to Handa family just by being there as a pillar of support when she also had lost someone so special, a mother figure in her life?I know exactly what you mean. I had a friend's mother with whom I shared such a bond too. And I think she cried as much at my marriage as my real mom. I miss her so much. Her name was Cira, but I used to call her Sheera aunty. 😆
Last but not the least I understand the anger and hurt Geet feels for and because of Maan. Often we have some sore spots and when we are hit there, we react quite strongly, That's happened with Geet. Maan did make a mistake but mistakes are human tendencies. I believe the guy didn't commit a crime and that he would redeem his previous actions, And of course am all eyes to see Devi Bonaparte in work. Set the ball rolling Di!Bilkul Bilkul!! Humara Maan to khara sikka hai, bas thoda saaf kar denge to chamakne lagega. And between Geet and dadi uski acchi dhulai to ho hi jayegi hai na?😆Devi Bonaparte ab Prakat ho chuki hai. Ab bhagwan hi bachaye Maan aur Geet ko.😆That was an awesome comment Shika. I absolutely loved how you broke down each part and extracted exactly what I was trying to portray. The best compliment a reader could give to a writer is the feeling, Oh my god that is exactly what I was thinking when I wrote it. In fact it's aslightly scary feeling. Jaise tum mere dimag ke andar jhank rahi ho. I get the same feeling from Mayyo's comments too😆Love you.🤗
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