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Originally posted by: cool_tweety

u will get me laughing like an idiot again by posting gain Jhals..😡😆

Originally posted by: tanthya

Sarra, G 🤗


@ G.. True.. Has been missing u by whiskers...How's the work experience going ??😊

Originally posted by: sampin

Take care n *hugs*

Originally posted by: N.Mussarrat

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5anLPw0Efmo&feature=player_detailpage[/YOUTUBE]
"My Immortal"

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus:]
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus:]

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

[Chorus:]

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

The person I want to talk about is my cousin. She is my second cousin but she was the eldest female cousin from my maternal side. She was the most beautiful person I knew. We used to call her "Putli" which means "Doll". This was our family's nickname for her. She was the nicest, funniest and warmest person I knew. Everyone in our family loved her.
But she had a tough life. Her paternal family, my aunt's in-laws, are terrible people. My aunt is the most wonderful person in the world. She is very intelligent but she is very fragile and timid. My aunt's in-laws took my cousin and her older brother from my aunt and uncle to another part of the country and my aunt couldn't say a word to stop them and my uncle had agreed. So my cousin grew up away from her mother during her teens and was still a beautiful person.
She didn't hold any grudge against her parents and loved them dearly. But she fell in love. And my brother-in-law is without a doubt amongst the best people I know. Our family was against her marriage to my BIL because his family was of a lower background. My BIL worked in the army and got there through sheer hard work and determination. My BIL's father died when he was young and so he had to look after his family since he was the oldest.
My cousin fought for a year or two. At one point my uncle stopped funding my cousin and her older brother (my elder cousin) helped her. In the end the family agreed. And us cousins simply adored our BIl. Putli Di was our favourite and soon Bhaiyya (my BIL) was our favourite.
Their wedding happened in 2010. It was amazing and I can honestly say that she was the most beautiful bride ever. And then five days before Eid, she and Bhaiyya came to my house of Iftar and we had a blast with all my favourite cousins. We were swooning constantly at the love that was between them.
And then two days later they had an accident. They were going to Bhaiyya's village and their car crashed. She was brought back to the city and her last conscious action was to squeeze Bhaiyya's had before they took her to the ICU. We visited her constantly over the next few weeks and I never saw Bhaiyya move from the window looking into the ICU. He never. He had to be forced away for food and sleep.
Then my cousin died. It had been barely six months after her marriage and she was truly happy for once in her life. She was 27. She had just become a doctor and taught at her old college. Since Bhaiyya was in the army, they even lived separately after the marriage and were planning to move together.
It's been two years almost and Bhaiyya hasn't gotten over her. He quit his job. He visits her grave every single week. He doesn't take care of himself. He loves her.
It is a tragedy. My aunt retreated into her shell even more. And my other cousin is planning to move to Australia, leaving my aunt behind, with his wife and son. My aunt is the one who is suffering. My Bhaiyya is the one who is suffering.
And after watching today's episode I was reminded of that incident.
Just a few days before my cousin's accident, we were all sitting in my room, teasing each other about who knows what and having a blast. We were teasing Di and Bhaiyya about their constant aankhon ki gustakhiya. And then she was gone. When my mother told me about Di's accident, I laughed. I laughed in disbelief because how could it be possible? I had just seen her smiling, laughing, glowing and so much in love. She couldn't have been mortally injured. It just wasn't possible.
I was in school when my dad came to pick me up. I was called down and when my dad told me, I was stunned. I just stood there in shock. My dad shook me and told me to get my stuff. I went back and my friends stuffed my stuff in my bag and took me to my dad. We went home and then to the hospital. My mother saw me and ran into my arms. My mother and Di were very close. They even looked very similar. More than even me and my mother. I remember my BIL did a double take when he saw my mother as he came out of the room with Di's corpse.
Then the rest was a blur. And life was never the same for anyone.


All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his. ~Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895
I cried for Anjali. I cried hard for her. I started watching this show because of her. It was Anjali and Arnav that drew me into the show. And along the way I fell in love with Arnav and Khushi along with them. I fell in love with Arnav and Khushi at the same pace as them. But I adored Anjali and Arnav to the core. Whenever Arnav was horrible to Khushi, I thought "Hang in there girl. If a guy loves his sister so, he'll get the universe for you. Just hang in there."
There are times when I thought "Anjali! What are you doing girl?" But Anjali was a source of inspiration for me. My younger once said to me, "Why can't you be like Anjali? Look how much she loves her brother! Why can't you and Nuren (my younger sister) love me like that?" Even my brother wanted a sister like Anjali.
Bottom line is that I can empathise with Anjali. I get her need and wants because they are similar to mine (which I won't go into.)
She loves her husband. To her he is everything she wanted. He loves her, supports her, cares for her, worships her. She thinks that. And she is wrong. We know that. Her family knows that. But she hasn't been given enough reason to believe it. She wasn't given facts. She was given the result. The result is meaningless without the reasoning. Why do you think in maths exams they ask you to show the entire steps?
And she lured to think that she had another chance at happiness. And she took it. I would have, if I was in her place. It is a fact that I would and I am not ashamed to admit it.
All her life, she has suffered. Be it by her parents death, her wedding being called off, her being thrown out with her brother, her brother eloping with Khushi, who she also loved dearly, her husband being a b*astard and her losing her baby. Life has never been fair to her. Never.
And today, she paid the ultimate price. She lost her child.

Another thing about me is that I am very vindictive. I never forget a slight. Ever. I remember what someone I hate did to me when I was three. Yes I do. But if the person apologises, I forgive. I don't need for someone to grovel before me. I just was a sorry and that's enough.
Anjali is not vindictive. But she doesn't forget. She detaches herself from it and isolates herself. She is needy because she is insecure.
I have always said that Anjali is amongst the strongest in the bunch and I will stand by it. She has glass lodged in her feet and she still managed to move forward, despite being pregnant and suffering from polio. It takes immeasurable strength and presence of mind to have done that. And she did.
She's a captive of time and she has been kept in a cage all her life. Be it as a Mallik, a Raizada or a Jha. No one has given her what she wanted. Be it her family or destiny itself. She and everyone around her thought she was free, but she wasn't.
The only person who knew her, truly knew her was ironically Shyam. He was the only person who knew what she wanted and how she dealt and faced life. He only showed her the illusion because he knew it was the only to get what he swore to get. He often only lamented his actions and I think at those times, his heart truly meant it. But he was overcome with his needs for vengeance and he overlooked his heart.
You will bash me for saying it but did Arnav not do the same? Did he not turn away from conscience and hurt Khushi because of his sister? Is Shyam not doing the same? The difference between them is one won't ever cross certain lines and one will.
No one knew how strong Anjali really is because no one gave her the opportunity to bloom and grow.
She grew up looking at the moon and admiring it. She always wondered why it shone and why it was beautiful. And then she realised it's light was not its own. And it gave her hope. Because she wasn't like the moon. Because she was light that is her own.
All her life, she wanted something more. Something for her. Something beautiful.
The tragedy is she will get it when she fights for it. She hasn't till now because she isn't ready to. It is in her hands and she doesn't realise it. The moment she does, her wings will unfurl and she will fly away from her cage.
To Anjali. Not Mallik, not Raizada, not Jha. Just Anjali, who is a beautiful person who deserves every bit of happiness as life can give. Maybe even more. To Anjali.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blW7MNm0FLU&feature=player_detailpage[/YOUTUBE]
This song is for Anjali. I've always related it to Anjali. And I don't know if it's irony or a coincidence or fate, but Ariel is my favourite Disney Princess. I like all of them but I have a soft corner for Ariel.
They are similar as well. Both are kept in cages. Both are unable to walk. Both want love. Both are willing to sacrifice for it. And one got her happily ever after and the other will get it.
To Anjali.
I will not write about Arnav and Khushi because so many of you've wrote about them so beautifully. I just wanted to focus on the little lost lady today.
LoveNazifa

Originally posted by: Jhalak29

. Sorry sowme, judes asked for it, i was jus tring to help😃

Originally posted by: tanthya

Hey Riti ,

WHY ?? WHY ? WHY ? ..ASK this question ...

see we know WHY Arnav married Khushi in the dead of the night , We understand WHY Arnav is marrying Khushi again ...

So Ask Ur self WHY Shyam is doing the things that he is doing ..if it was just a matter of getting into RM, He could instruct Anjali on how to do it ...If it was the issue of staying with Anjali, he can always walk out with her and yet this are not the issues...HE WANTS TO BE IN RM.. !! Why ?

If HE wanted property, he can always incite Anjali for that and Arnav , bing the doting brother would give...also note the will , Shyam makes himself as the executor and not as the heir

Originally posted by: Arhimaniac

haan so what if he uses the same...he does not have long hair that reach his nose so that he can sniff so he sniffs you...

oh tell him to grow a mustache and wash it daily with Loreal 😆