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good morning, priyastirring "flashback" crooner. moments from past crooners that you refer to went by in a cascade through my mind, much like the images of khushi gripping arnav as he drove. as i watched yesterday and the rose was noticed by him i remembered what i'd just written a while before and our exchange around it. the feelings triggering this have been there ever since he took her to the garden and mother, rose, life, tree, gardening, love all came together. he said: tumhe yahan laane ka matlab hum ek hain...aaj se tum meri maa ki bahu.a snippet from yesterday:arnav is in his garden. he is not just grappling with terrifying emotions, he is having a meltdown...there are red roses in the calamity of the night. will his eyes fall on them, will his tree send him thoughts of peace? will his ma reach out to him, here where he believes she is closer to him?his mother spoke to him through the rose and the thorn. where will she lead him? all the way to khushi?beautiful crooner. that analysis of his flashbacks, how it establishes her bharosa in him, his fear of losing her, their love story as it were, was remarkable. and yes, he came for her...will add here later. see you.😊adding on.first, a little aside. sorry, priya, i am exhausted with our own hypocrisy, had to say this.beautiful juncture in the story, why can't we just get on with it. after that barun quits sms from a friend, and the deluge of yes, no, finally, really on the forum, starts the lalit mohan quitting talk. i just tried to stay away. the story was important, the acting, the energy, not the gossip. then just now, another round of smses: barun and lm don't get along, it got to either him or me, barun has a big ego and is this that and the other. you know i've never needed barun to be a saint. as long as he was performing with sincerity, making arnav singh raizada live and breathe, i felt he'd given me all that i had the right to ask of an actor, and i'd given him what he could ask of me: a viewing, apprecition/criticism, an honest opinion. his personal life, his morals, his relationship with his colleagues, that's his business. just as mine are mine.i saw a fresh young man with something in him in shraddha, that he has been able to realise that "something" to this is spectacular in my eyes. if he and his director don't get along and there's a fall out, not my business. if the director leaves, i will still watch for as long as i please. if barun leaves, i quit too. no hard feelings anywhere. just please don't tell me all about it.it interferes too much with my connection with the story. and the story is at such a brillant juncture.enough. thanks for listening. 😊moving on.friday brought us to a closing of a major chapter in the lives of arnav and khushi, book one as it were was complete. anjali indicated as much in her post, i completely agreed. we got a weekend to take it all in, feel the curtain come down, leave the two and move away quietly.and now begins book two. now they know and we know of their intense love for each other. they can't live without each other. he has said it in so many words: please don't ever leave me, i can't live without you. but the serpent has slithered, and in true ipk surpriiise style, it wasn't the snake. it was a large merciless viper that came to kill happiness, peace, the future. dadi.while snakewa was reduced to idiotic ploys and really less than terrifying acting, she who had kept 14 years of venom fresh and bubbling in her, who had never really left that night of sheesh mahal, only disappeared into a parallel universe where time stood still, she came and at the invidious hour sank her fangs into her victim. why was it not strange it was her own flesh and blood? her one grandson. all she craved was vengeance. even if it ruined her own, actually was arnav her own? not really, all she really possesses is her vile soul, her seething venom, her hatered of life, for she dwells in the death of her offspring. a son, prhaps, as ugly in his heart, as deceitful as her.arnav is roiled by the so called truth. just a picture, a name, an allegation. all that she needed to throw him into utter disarray within. that fragile was he, had been since age 14. his insides fell apart. we could almost hear him shatter. once before, the night he'd realised why khushi had left and there were only 10 days left for the contract to end, he'd reached a feeling like this, but not with this avalanche scale.then he saw the rose. how beautifully our story has told us of the significance of this flower. when i saw the fresh from nursery rose plants stacked thick on wednesday i thought that can't be there just by chance. of course, it wasn't. through the rose his mother connected to his aching, bikhara insides, spaces choking with pain, and told him what was the right path. why crush the rose for the fault of the thorn. a beautiful inset, a mother teaching son the ethics of life itself through a random daily occurrence. that's what mothers do. that's them tending to their plants. (and usually they don't run a course and charge a fee for it.) grandmothers too, if we look at naniji. nah, dadi ain't no grandmother, she's a petty instrument of fate, there to ultimately bring the lovers to an even deeper love. her victory will be pyrrhic.the garden fought back and stanched the rush of venom.though he threw away the flower, ma has gotten through. he is making his way back to khushi. and to counter the pain, a humongous and prompt shot of memories. a rich trove of moments with khushi. without whom he cannot live. she's falling into his arms in the same place where he lost his mother, she's drenched in the rain because of him, she's in his arms as he saves her from a falling building and though unconscious she is holding on to him, he's slipping on a payal. she's saying she won't be able to breathe should he go and not believe her, she's rushing to him in his cell, he's marrying her, so many images from their lives, she's falliing off the cliff. arnavji!! ar-nav jiii!!!by the havan kund a girl sits challenging her fate, ready to take the test by fire. her faith in him, her love for him, his love for her, everything is being severely tried. but she believes their love will win, he will never break her trust. a beautiful young woman under unimaginable stress, holding up, breaking apart, no holding up. she must. he will come. as everyone tries to convince her otherwise, no, she is adamant. as long as there's even a glimmer of ember in that kund, it's a sign, the agni pariksha will be taken and passed.she's falling off the cliff. he must save her. his eyes are widening, not on the road at all, a truck veers coming at him. "khushiii!"he loses control of his car (please return his suv to him forthwith), bangs against a tree. his head hits the steering wheel.across the space that separates them, maybe miles, "khushiii!!!" she hears him. hum dono... kitney ajeeb hain.she gets up involuntarily and starts running towards the door. now hysterical with fear for him. the always upbeat, charming mr malaprop, nk, can't bear to see her like this. tears in his voice as he stops her. since the snake bite, he, akash and payal have worked ceaselessly to bring calm, bring good. she goes back to the kund, and the fire breathes its last. you could see hope die in those eyes. nani cannot stand by and watch this dear girl's desperate faith and now its death any more. she overcomes all her personal sorrow and goes across to hold khushi and assure her: chotte ayenge. the two women in the room who love asr the most for a moment together. (sorry, anjali, you lost credibility way back.)khushi picks herself up, completely beaten she stumbles toward the door. her distraught amma calls out to her. khushi turns back, pale and wilting. but she stops. what's that?she turns again, and there he stands, holding her daman. a boy holding his mother's anchal? a man holding his woman's social position in place? a pati keeping his patni's laaj? i don't really know.he'd whispered "maa!" as he came to, gives me hope. the rest is nafrat, dhoka, dard. sirf tumhare liye. i am here only for you or i am in this state because of you? i don't know. i have so often thought of barun as michael corleone, will he make khushi an offer she will have to refuse?he has come for her.book two has started out dense, drenched, dangerous. but khushi is right, the agni pariksha will be passed. with flying dupattas.kyun dard hai itnatere ishq meinrabba ve rabba verabba ve rabba ve
Di, what could I possibly add when you've given us such insight to how exactly the agni pariksha will be passed!? "the garden fought back and stanched the rush of venom"--this one line pretty much encapsulates the "answers" to the test. The impetus for thinking through all those moments we saw in the FB and which you so vividly described (best summary of all of those precious "pearls", IMO!👏)
Where, despite that venom cursing through his veins, he dares to find THE ONLY antidote to fight it! I just loved how you juxtaposed that resilient bahu against her venom spewing matriarch! How can a woman who taught her darling boy such cherished lessons ever be "kamzor"? When the garden stops the venom from causing its intended harm, who will be the weak one then? Who will have the last laugh? Can't wait to find out...😃
Di, I do not pay attention to the noise re. actors or the PH. I had given my 2 cents re. DB a long time ago, and now I regret it...But I so agree with every word you've said about the "politics" of this forum and the distractions taking away from this brilliant juncture in the story!! I am tunnel visioned these days when it comes to the forum...I only stick to this space!!
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