Kiska Rasta Dekhe Ae Dil : An Arylie ff Ch.5 : Ochre Yellow p.15 - Page 6

Can you please writte the dialogues in english? It would help me lot to grap the situation ( i dont speak indian ) 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Originally posted by: Manal88

Can you please writte the dialogues in english? It would help me lot to grap the situation ( i dont speak indian ) 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hey, I had this great idea of drinking 500 mills of espresso yesterday and brain died from the hyperactivity. Will try to translate the Hindi dialogues for you. Some of them are really bad because, y'know, slūtshaming.

Originally posted by: Bluegrass

1. Long Way Home.

'Shit!', he knew he shouldn't have let her go as soon as she had looked back at him— distraught. Why had he gone numb? She'd run ahead and get herself kill— No, no, no. He would follow her. Why, exactly? He didn't want to implore. He had no time to get up in feelings. He had let her go because he knew what it meant to have regret weigh down and puncture your heart like dead-weight. He couldn't see her heart die, he couldn't see the mirth in her eyes die. He couldn't let her smile frost on her lips. She made him... happy. Seeing her be herself made him happy. He didn't know what to do with happiness anymore. If could just allow himself to fall... No.

But, damnit, he could not and would not see her get caught in the midst of gunfire either. 'Jangli', she got on all of his nerves, every single one of them. Couldn't she breathe and see that he, too, was trying to rescue her Babuuuuusaheeeeeb? He hated that. Her veneration for that egoistic man. How did his self-importance appeal to her inherent selflessness? He wondered if she could fly— for the second time that day. Yes, she could, he told himself. 'Woh titli nahi hai. Titli bedard phoolon ke liye mar jati hai.' Woh toh ek hansika hai.' [she's not a butterfly, she won't wither away in the pursuit of inert, inconsiderate flowers. No, she's a Hansika]. Hansika— goose/swan— connected heaven to earth, after all. Main meri Hansika ko Icarus ki tarah jalne nahi dunga.' [ I won't let my Hansika burn like Icarus.] He would follow her to solar embers and the seventh hell to bring her back alive.

An observer would liken Aryan Singh Rathore to an irate, yet alert lion, prancing around the jungle looking to kill anyone who dared wrong the nature around him. Nature nurtured life, it made a man unfettered; it made him wish to live. Nature, to Aryan Singh Rathore's subconscious, was personified in his Hansika right now. His Jangli.

Aryan Singh Rathore did not feel the calmness that came with the resolve, however. His mind was running after her, attaching to her mind. He ran after, as she frantically checked every corner of Pagdandiya, looking for Mr. Tripathi and her mother. He knew she'd find them, and then he wouldn't be able to stop her motormouth, this foolhardy idiot. He had to be ready with precision to counter the consequences of her reckless abandon.

Imlie ran into a bucolic hut, it was really pretty. The mud of the afternoon lep was still wet on its walls. The chillies and garlic, ground into a sunset hued paste, were stilled splattered on the grinding stone. Aluminium utensils still littered around the pump— unwashed. A tender goat-kid mewed its way to Imlie and down she went. Hugging it, kissing it, calling for her Amma. She ran and ran into the empty house. Calling for her Amma, hoping against hope. Only for it to die. Her knees gave way as they came to a room adorned only by her prizes, and a lone framed cut-out of her first by-line. "Am-Amma-amma", she quivered on her knees. Almost crawling on the floor. Aryan just held her again, for the second time today. Allowing her to lean on his chest and cry. He had to lead them. Collect her and move. He held her hand, led her to the courtyard, patted the goat, and walked out.

" Tumahara ghar tumhari Amma se banta hai, unn logon se banta hai Jo tumse pyaar karte hain. Tumhari parvah karte hain, Imlie. Ghar chalo, unke paas chalo. Tumne kaha tha ki tumhara gaon tumse behtar koi nahi jaanta, please chalo Imlie". [Your Amma (mother) is your home, people who love you are your home. Those who care for you, Imlie. (Let's) go to them. You had told me that nobody knew your village better than you, please let's go, Imlie.]

As they stumbled upon a dilapidated house, abandoned at edge of Pagdandiya and the jungle, he knew they had reached the no man's land. It was truly the end of the world. Neither nature nor man could flourish here, they could not meet here. Only cowardice and Atank could live here.

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Wrote something capriciously. Feel free to bash it and go all grammar-nazi on it.

Here's the song for it though.

https://youtu.be/HaUTKA7jMmQ

I am sorry, bby. My brain cannot translate the song for now.

The second chapter is huge, so I am just translating the basic premise of it.

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"Imaliy-Imaliya— Meethi—Meethi-Imaliya". Amma- Amma ko ka hova, Nani, Babusaheb kahan haiss, Nani?"

["Imli-Imliya, Meethi— Meethi-Imaliya." "What happened to Amma, Nani, where is Babusaheb?"]

The shivering woman was bleeding; she clearly had ran away and crashed seeking for help. "Imlie, Imlie, suno meri baat", Aryan tried to seek her attention away from the hugging woman, unhe chot lagi hai."

[Imlie, listen to me, she's injured]

He took out his kerchief and compressed the bloody gash on her forehead. "Ammaji, woh Atank kahan gaya, aap yahan kaise aayin?" "Woh nashpeeta janat-janat raha ki woh sahari-babu polis se mila raha. Gurra ke woh Rampath ke launde par katar rakh dees, Meethi usse bachavat rahi, Hamri bitiya—"

"Auntie, where is that Atank? How are you here?"

"That scoundrel got-got a whiff that the city boy was wearing a wire for the cops. Indignant, he tried to knife Rampath's boy, Meethi tried to save him, my daughter—"

Shit! Shit! Shit! The woman had begin convulsing, and Imlie"s eyes were bulging out. He took off his vest, wrapping it around Nani. Holding both her and Imlie tightly.

"Woh aur uska admi sab unko le gayis, paas wali pani ki tankiya par. Imlie, Amma ko bacha lis bitiya."

[" They took all of them to the water tank, Imlie, my child, save mother please."

Water tanks are huge resovior-like structures that are propelled over lighthouse like towers. They are used to regulate water flow into residential areas. Panchayats are administrative units made up of a few villages. This particular tank was supposed to service five Panchayats.]

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Now after they have been rescued from the water tank, Imlie walks to the village crossroads. In India, nearly every village has a crossroad in the middle of the village— connecting all the different hamlets. This crossroads would generally also have a Banyan tree for collective gathering and shrine of the patron god and goddess. Every village has these shrines. Some even have Sufi or Chtistian shrines.

When she reaches there, the people surrounding Rampath's unconscious son, accuse Meethi, Imlie, and Dulari of being witches and wh-res. They accuse them of being bad omen and ask them to leave the village.

They even accuse Imlie of being pregnant with Aryan's lovechild just like Meethi had been. Aryan tries to put the fear of God in their hearts when Aditya riles them up again.

They ask him whether he intends to marry her or is just f-cking/ wh-ring around with her just like Dev. That causes Aryan to impulsively marry her.

In the hospital, she vigilantly pays attention to the Ts and Aditya. He moves outside and she follows him, asking him to get his wounds dressed, that he had been bleeding. The rest, as they say, is history.

Originally posted by: SundariP

More like sindoor Bhari maang 🤣🤣

And what's with the bullying ritual? 🤭

I said no KBM. I am literal like FK.

OMG OMG OMG OMG

Loved it 🤯❤️

Originally posted by: captain_waffle

OMG OMG OMG OMG

Loved it 🤯❤️

OMG in a good way?

3. Marwa-Malhar.

"Jangli! Kat kya rahi ho, chot lagi hai mujhe—", Aryan tried to hold off a ferocious Imlie. She could not care about being guided by him tonight She wanted to be unfettered tonight— as Jangli as possible could be. Fisting her small hands, she kept battering his heart. "Tum sahari logon ko ka lagat sindoor ka hovat raha? Holi ka abeer? Kauno bhi kabhi lagaike mukar jais? Tum pucchat rahe— pucchat rahe hamse? Annulment chahi tohar? Hameo chahi. Sunat rahe tum?"

The weather in the doab had been behaving like an itinerant foreigner. Uncaring of their ways of life. Why were black clouds veiling the winter sky, they could not tell.

https://youtu.be/XI9qzplJsbs

"Annulment aur talak aur chhodi hui aurat ke beech ka pharak hamri Amma gaonwalon kaisa samjhayegi? Tum sochat rahe? Chhodi hui—"

"Jou log aaj hamri amma ko kulta bolat rahe aur algochha ka farmaan sunavat rahe, unke aage Amma ka bolegi? Tum humka aaj phir beghar Kar dees. Par humka annul- annulment chah—" she sapped into his arms. The rain drenching them and washing off her sindoor.

Aryan couldn't think, he deserved all of her accusations, trepidation, hatred. He just walked them into the hospital wing where a wolverine Malini Tripathi was hovering over her husband, and ranting off into the void. Anybody else could have missed their dishabilled state and Imlie's cinnabar-tinted maang. Malini Tripathi wasn't anybody.

"Tum aur tumhare iss boyfriend ne milkar mere pati kya haal Kar diya. Tumhare iss boyfriend ne jaan boojhkar Aditya ko tumhare manhoos gaon bheja. Unka pair septic ho sakta tha, thank God ki unka bukhar chhut gaya. Aur tumne yeh sindoor kyon", she clawed into Imlie's arms, " isse dusron ka sindoor churane ki purani aadat hai, mom! Apne boyfriend ke hote hue bhi mere pati par ko fasa rahi thi, kya wapas meri grihasti mein dusri aurat banke—"

"Enough—" Bass!" Aryan was stunned by the ferocity in her voice. Had they really spoken together? Bas hui gava. Ham aapka sindoor nahi, aapka pati nahi churavat rahe, hum sirf ghar jaana chahis."

"Sir, aap please apan chot ki dressing kara lees. Tetanus ka teeka bhi laga lees. Apanka chot bherg javat raha. Kakima, ka pleej amma aur Nani kuccho din apanke ghar ma raha sakat hais?' "Ye-yes beta." Ma, Rupi didi, pleej Babusaheb ki har khabar hame devat rahees.

As they made their way to his other vehicle, Meethi insisted on not staying at Imaliya's Sasural. "Nahi, aunty aapko Delhi ke kisi hospital me— "ham jaldi dusra ghar dhood lees Amma." That as they say was that.

'Driving with a bandaged hand was going to hurt like hell', thought Aryan, only till he saw her take the steering wheel.

Dilli dur ast.

It took nearly three hours to drive from Bulandshahr to Delhi. Three excruciating hours, with three eerily quiet women cramped up in the backseat, and his wife Imlie not speaking to him.

It was nearly 3:30 in the morning that Meethi's wound had scraped raw again. "Imlie, Rathore mansion ke roundabout pe jo Apollo hai wahan le chalo. Hurry up, c'mon, damnit'.

Aryan insisted on getting Meethi and Dulari admitted at the hospital even through the wound had been securely restitched, and Nani wasn't worse for wear. "Akkadbagha kahe banat rahe ho, ham Amma aur Nani ka dhyaan rhakat jaani hai, aur tum kahe ee aspatal ka billwa bharoge?"

"Bewakoof! Chup! They have gone through something traumatic, unhe andruni chot lagi ho aisa ho sakta hai. Kanpur ke hospital me itne equipments nahi the. Under observation rakhna padega." "Tohar paisa hum nahi—' 'Shut up , Imlie! Ghar chalo, rest karo aur subah wapis aao.

As the mother-son-Imlie turned up at Rathore Mansion. an anxious and tear-stricken Arpita smashed into Aryan, pecking him all over the face. "Di, chot lagi hai, aaah". Arpita ignored him and crushed Imlie into a hug. A numb Imlie hugged her and made her way to her room

Aryan's eyes followed her as she walked away from him to her room in the opposite wing.

"Aru..."

"Abhi nahi ma"

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Imlie couldn't get herself to cry; she just changed into an azure kurti and went sleep. He tormented her in her sleep, damn him!

Aru couldn't have slept had he tried. How could he clear up this mess? She felt homeless, how could he tell her that she wasn't? He was too tired yet adrenaline-driven to think about the annul—No.

She had woken up just a couple of hours later, she had gone to pray to Seeta Maiyya when her sindoor caught her eyes — distracting her to death.

'No, not this time.'

She made her way to the kitchen where Kakima helped her pack a tiffin for Amma and Nani. And she left. Before she could face him.

The lack of sindoor in Imlie's maang had not gone unnoticed by Narmada, but she knew better than to torment these poor souls.

Damn, she was avoiding him. He couldn't find her. He needed to speak to her about her sick-leave and Dulari's doctor as well. "Ma, Imlie kahan hai?" " She gone to the hospital auto leke".

"Shit! Apne usse roka kyon nahi, itne subah akele auto leke?" "Aru, you know what you did."

He was already making his way to the hospital when he saw Imlie at the dispensery. He quietly gave the compounder his credit card and helped her collect the meds. " Iml-Imlie" God help him he did not want to shout here. Hence, he followed her, Obediently, to Meethi and Nani-ji's suite.

Both of them were sleeping comfortably. He set the medicines in the pill-box as Imlie put fresh Rajanigandhas in the corner vase.

God, she was going to drive him to tear his own hair out; He dragged her outside. " Narazagi jatao. Ladna hai, ladh lo par banjar mat bano, damnit." She wasn't listening to hiim. Maine Pagdandiya ki saari crew ka ek hafte ka casual leave sanction Kar diya hai. Tumhara aur Mr.Tripathi ka sick leave bhi—"

'Why was she walking away from him again, who didn't like paid leaves anyway?'

तेरे बिना कहीं भी ना

व्याकुल मन लागे

बिरहन सूर ताल साज

आज तेरे आगे

नैनन को चैन नहीं

रैन रैन जागे

इक पल में टूट जाए

सांस के ये धागे

तू जो मुंह फेरे सखी but

देह प्राण त्यागे

पल भर तू देख मुझे

ज़िंदगी गुजार दूँ

My heart wanders without you

Restlessly, without you.

This separation, this boudoir, this symphony

My eyes grow weary

Throughout the night

For you

These threads of my breath.

Break but in a moment

When you turn away your face

From me, oh beloved!

My body gives up on life

Look at me but for a second

A second to live an eternity.

https://youtu.be/2lARCtyoiT8

A/n: So the 500 mills of caffeine haven't left my system and I have been staring into the void and wrote this as a caffeine-junkie. I bullshit here to force-feed you songs, can't you tell?

Raag Malhar is about rains and Raag Marwa is about scorching heat. :)

Can only write 15 posts a day, So getting Pooja to do my job

(Posting on behalf of author @Bluegrass)

Thanks for tagging.... Awesome......❤️

Uffff thoda aur zoor se kat na tha 😆😆
Someone really affected right now and I love it.

This is so beautiful. Waiting for the next part. Really want to know how Aryan placates Imlie 😳