"Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that." ---Martin Luther King Jr, A Testament of Hope: The Essentials Writings & Speeches
I remembered the aftermath after the war where everyone lies broken and battered and one only one rejoices in the name of win, tonite too Dadi looked like she had won but all others bore the marks on the soul, I was wondering was this win worth for her, by killing her own grandchild Arnav, did she really feel victory and then my sight landed on Nani and I was more touched by her... her silent agony and her concern for a kid who she had raised with much care & effort, one looked the happeist that nite,,,,,
It was a test for Love, A love in which Khushi has always believed, In which she bore all what Arnav dished out in name of hate, a love due to which she placed in front of him when death came in form of kidnapping, A love in which she went down on her morales to fight shyam, a love in which she has stood by him, always in all situations, in each situations he crumbles she stood by him and gathered him in her bosom and became his strength, his rejunvating power to fight the world ,,,,,
She waited for him, by the words given to her, the world and family wasnt by her, but she tightly caught his words, not letting Hope die, she stopped dadi from dousing the holy fire but couldnt do anything when it went of by itself cluchting the hope but felt like grains of sand from a closed fist,
she kept getting hurt with each moment but didnt get the pain win , she kept chanting Arnav will come he has promised, he will come I hv trust on him, but the ingredients of that hope kept falling slowly
Khushi her tear stained face left a mark somewhere on my heart with her withering as her hope git crushed,
Arnav eyes red with pain n tears and holding to his memories of harsh bitter truth against the memories with moments where Khushi had been her strength, kidnapping, shyam outcasting, premature labor, and her memories of joking, she will move away from him, burning his soul and he holding cluchting to her for the survival , his cry "Khushi"
both trying to fight the gloom with their own memories, trying to beat fate with hope that if we cant be together, lets be together in our memories both losing is badly with tears flowing, amidst this were vultures like shyam who felt happy with their pound of flesh, and healers like NK who held the falling broken souls, he stood like a angel running pillar to post calming the ashes with soothing words but stood apart was Khushi & Arnav who kept bound to each with a promise which they had made a few hrs back, interesting among all things the promise to each other kept reverbating in their hearts I loved this and thats why once agn I hope that Arnav will break the shackles of past and embrace a future filled with love,,,,,,
A torn arnav, sobbing like a baby was a sight filling you with agony,,,,
I am not sure how or where the creatives will take this but a story if especially if its a Love story should leave the right truimphant, the good winner so I hope there is hope for Arnav & Khushi tooo
Garima, A mother I loved she stood with her family supporting her, for sumthing which she accepted as mistake of youth, her daughters, her husband, her SIL and aNK & Akash, I have always believed we all do mistake in our youth some significant sme insignificant but one who accepts them and amends them is a learner and tonite once agn I stood by garima for she regrets her mistake n is accepting them
Thank you IPK team the past couple of days they hv been much better at direction, bloopers if only you improve to perfect editing,,,,
Arnav uttered Khushi,,,, the only name who has soothed his soul, who has healed him,
Khushi uttered Arnav ji n kept uttering,,,, the only name who has filled her life with Hope
Dedication to Arnav & Khushi
"I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.."
-- Nicholas Spark, The Notebook
Edited by Jhalak29 - 12 years ago