Originally posted by: mayyo13
Ehm... Ehm... So I guess I won't get my bearings back but I will forcefully have to pull myself together to formulate decipherable sentences and not write anything unintelligible like I fear I will. 😳 Ha Ha! This I have to see..you writing unintelligible sentences, ek SBV aur black shirt rolled up aur milord ki bolti bandh ho gayi...😆😆😆
I'm going to go in the order that the chapter is in...
I could so visualise Geet doing her yay dance in the excitement of getting to go with the trip as well as having company in the form of Pinky, the thought of wearing a salwar suit and the hope of buying a pair of jeans. That catching up and the drooling over the common favourite. And that innocent question was something that made me laugh. She is indeed very innocent to be living in this world! Young pleasures they are, free from the burdens of the difficult life she leads.
So the person behind the glasses and helmet doesn't realise his face can't be easily recognised and he thinks she sees him as him whereas she sees him as someone. 😆Avi ki tarah hai. Kissi ko aise bhaav nahi degi meri Geet... Thoda toh footage khayegi😉.
Black shirt. Rolled up to the sleeves. These two things, when they come together (and especially on this person!) make a picture of youth as well as maturity, a laid back attitude yet having a power, a reign in his hand... And above all that, black on him is a treat for me! ❤️This was a request from Lakshmi... the black shirt and blue jeans...
Do I need to explain what reaction I had of the description of a black vest clad body, the dripping hair and a wet face with hands running on it? ☺️Itna saara describe kar diya, waha kyun ruk gayi... chupi rustami.. as if I don't know...😆
Sometimes, the other person thinks something else and we perceive it to be an entirely different thought which only leads us to react in a way which either leaves us with regret or makes us laugh at ourselves. The same has happened with Maan. Geet ne kis waja se mu moda aur Maan ne kya samjha! 😆
I forgot to mention in my comment for Maan's POV of the trip but I loved his first words to her. Those words unknowingly held a promise in them, a promise of staying by her side, a promise of being the balm to her fears... And he lived up to his promise by making her fear disappear and by nudging her to look at the beauty. And when she says how someone can close their eyes in the midst of such beauty, I felt like laughing because she herself has her eyes closed a few moments earlier and now she's remarking this for him. 😆
And with her hair stuck in his button, with her toppling over him, with their hands touching, came back the tingling sensation in my stomach. In case you're wondering where it came at earlier, refer to the fifth paragraph of my comment (SBV wala). 😳Maine sab dekh liya your honor...
From the time that I have gained consciousness of my surroundings, I have been holidaying at hill-stations with my family. My father loves mountains and even though I'm not as fond of going there, I can never deny that the beauty always mesmerises me. The peace, the calm, the feeling of being closer to nature, the feeling of being closer to God's beautiful creations is a wonderful one. I got that feeling while reading this Avi. The descriptions were vivid and I felt like I was there. In fact, I have been to a very similar place not too long ago. We were transported to the hilltop in chairlifts and the hilltop has amazing view. The whole ride of the cable car, the green valley, the snow covered peaks, standing by the railing, it all reminded me of that trip.The mountain experience came from a trip with my better half. The descriptions came from there, cable car, snow clad mountains all of it. That was all my experience except the sliding and falling. The feeling of being connected to God as if you can reach up and knock on his door and every wish would be granted. It is the same thing about vacations and getting up to watch the sunrise. Almost a renewal of life to see the sun rise on a beach or over waters.
That protective stance of Maan, coming between her and those boys at the hilltop and then in the cable car during the ride back, it made me love him even more than I already do. And the way Geet only shrinks into him to will those drunkards to go away, it shows the unspoken trust she has in him.
So it's Maan's birthday as well. I hope Geet finds out about it somehow. 😳
The song choice was outclass! I've never heard this song before though I've watched the movie so many times. Maybe because I never watched it completely. But I loved the song and the smooth voice only enhances the beauty of the lyrics. 😳 Geet's act of mimicking the heroin's pose when no one was looking was very adorable.I was fumbling with the song choices when Sky and Heytal were asking me for the next update and I had asked if they had heard Veer Zaara's songs and Heytal instantly put the YT link. Once that was fixed then I could write the chapter.
Kabir's attempt at gaining Geet's attention only amused me. Glad that Pinky shut him up! Thinking about him, I wonder if he didn't get a chance to even it up with Maan? As in, the way he was planning to?Kabir will show up later. As it is this is 12 pages in word, the longest I have written. I did not want people to fall asleep with it, so Kabir will be around..plus this one I wanted to be a sweet one. Maan ka b'day tha na isiliye.
Her fist word to him. A little hesitant, a little shy and very sweet. 😳
Her introduction and his answering thought made me crack a smile which was somewhere in between a small smile and a wide ear-to-ear grin. Or maybe I was wavering between these two. I was marvelling at Geet's innocence after that. Maan has openly - well, not openly but certainly a little pointedly, disclosed that he was the one and yet she doesn't even consider he could send her notes.
Her talks with Babaji, especially when Maan used to look at the ceiling to see who she is looking at, always made me laugh out loud and so happened while reading it. 😆
Geet's wish for that person had me grinning like an idiot and I'm hoping her wish reached the heavens at a qubooliyat ki ghadi. 😃
Geet is bholi. She will find out that it is him but not now. She does not know how to hide things and 584 Rs. to her is a large sum. BTW Palin told me the cost of the courier exactly so I could stick that in there. The fact that he would not ask for it does not occur to her.
Loved Sharmeen's part! Especially 'jaani'! So original, no? 😆 But I really did like the way she opened Geet's eyes to something she never sees herself.
Both the shayrs were spot-on! So perfectly matched with the portion they were used for! I guess Naureen has a shayr for every occasion!Naureen had given these months ago. I have saved every single one she has ever posted for us. Then it is a matter of hunting it down. She was also looking for a new one but then I showed my choices and the situation and she agreed that it was the perfect fit. Not having Naureen's shayr's in an update feels odd now esp. MG ones.
Sleeping on his shoulder, wrapping a shawl around her, trying to get her stuck earring back in place and finally succeeding in it. I was dazed! 😳
And what had me lose all my coherent thoughts was the 'hi'. Could it have gotten any better? I really really doubt it! ☺️ Loved it loved it loved it!!Waise I tell you hi 10 times a day. Mujhe toh kabhi dazed nahi dikhi...😆 I liked it too when I wrote it. Uski complaint thi and he listened. That was the best he could do at the moment.
Thanks for updating Avi! 🤗
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