Crooner 1.7 : Aaj Mausam hai Suhaana - Updtd - Page 19

Chalo Girls, me off now... See u all in the evening 😊

Originally posted by: Omoraboti

@Nishita: I wonder which extremely exciting but risky way you thought of for getting her back to RM .. thinking straight from the gutterland? 😆

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Originally posted by: shwetachauhan

Hello main phir se aa gayi!!!! 😃

Sudhi.. 🤗 Jaldi se wapas aa!! We miss you re!!

Sunshine.. aapka flag mujhe sweekar hai! 😃 So good to see you!! Abhi na jao chhodkar ke dil abhi bhara nahi!! 😳

Mou.. why arnt you posting Sanam?? Kal bhi nahi, aaj bhi nahi.. kyun, kaise, kisliye?? Mere in sawalon ka jawaab do!! Do na.. 😆

anjali,
you still up? feeling any better brighter today?
read your post just now. lovely, thinking, and lucid with your feelings of wonder at the many new sides of arnav now before us. a treat to read, especially since i was completely focussed on my lying, cheating jhalli today. yeah, that smile of hers and bad math had me riveted. can't blame hot shot for being in the state he is in.

some more math and venn diagrams, takes me back to class seven 😆 yes that intersection will be quite something else, only if loving sisters and lascivious jeejas would allow it. no matter, between buaji, naniji, and dm they just might get the circles to seriously meet and drink tea coffee.

was thinking, arnav and khushi are actually a lot like each other, aren't they. both have suffered extreme loss at a young age. felt a similar kind of pain, each has lost both parents suddenly on the same day. each has found a way to deal with this blinding and deadening trauma.

his feelings choked up stay in an unknown corner inside, its outer manifestation, that sudden irrational anger, and the move away from the divine, the supernatural; he makes his own destiny. because god cannot be trusted to come up with a good, just plan. if god had, there would not be so much injustice in this bedard duniya. such a god is not deserving of his vishwas.

khushi deals with her sad, shocked core, her breaking of trust in her way. she hides behind laughter, madness, her sanak. and she gives all of herself to those she loves. in their happiness she finds hers. she will do anything for them as long as god will keep them safe. she can't face another loss of a dear one any more. all her fears, her apprehensions, her sense of abandonment she's tried to convert to a feeling of love for those now in her life. while arnav closed his arms and his heart to survive, she's opened them wide, but for the same reason. to be able to live through this hurt filled life of hers. perhaps that's why she gets attached to those she likes quickly and deeply.
and she needs her faith in god, that solidity of her murti gives her a sense of existence itself. she who has no family of her own, no blood ties, has created her own mother of clay, and she is as real to her as any woman of flesh and blood.

curiously vulnerable both yet principled, bold, loving, dependable, generous, extremely caring of their families, tending toward selflessness, innocent. they deal with hurt differently, but in other ways i find them so similar. wonder which side in each calls out to the other. the part in them that knows pain or the the essential nobility of both their souls?