Blast from the Past Thread #10, pg 45, epi 113 - Page 52

Originally posted by: ina211

This is amazing analysis, BD (If i could call you that)!

Loved every word of it...the parts that were mind blowing in bold above.
You are so right about the sexiness of that ankle sprain scene. Something so intimate about the way it was executed. "Thoda dard hoga"...and then her grabbing his shoulder tight...and the way he keeps looking at her face during the "sprain treatment" ... My dhak dhak specifically gets the fastest at that point!
And need i say...Sanaya looked absolutely gorgeous in these episodes...and our Sexy boy..well...we all agree about what this haircut did to him...He looked the best in this haircut..Diwali scenes and the one in the temple during bandage engagement...are the ones where he looked his best!

Have been away all these days...and missing all the action here at the forum :(
Had guests over and then the usual grind...work-home-work..
weekend's finally here and hope to catch up on all the updates and some interesting discussions about how each of these 2 reacted and why! Wow...!

Originally posted by: indi52

hey anita,

where are you, all this madness going on with payals and psycho shyam. miss you. 10 days more. okay, so by the time you come back, we're into serious flirting times i think. oh good. see you and many 🤗

Originally posted by: Horizon

Ami, I was going through this engrossing discussions that I missed since morning and I had to stop right here after that line in red. Here is a big hug! Same state of mine. Absolutely agree with you.

Sabrina, can't agree more with you about that L-O-T of work behind the scenes, I recall either LM or Gul saying how all the writers, directors and all creatives used to sit together and discuss each and every scene of ASR initially, no wonder that character is sculpted so perfectly with attention to every fine emotion. Haven't watched LOST but aware of its craze, but the gist I got was I have liberty to reminisce, rue and lament for my lost show at least for 4 years, as I some times feel guilty of it as suggested in indi's footnote!😆

This is all indeed a divine intervention, as Barun was NOT the first choice neither was Sanaya selected after her auditions. who could think these two most unlikely actors would come together to give the most believable chemistry of Indian TV! Yes, Barun could indeed make that each and every layer of ASR distinguishable as other wise this character could have very well ended up being monochromatic! I still can't believe an obvious live stage fearing actor (ready for chappals from the fangirls!!:) could give such impeccable/ intense performance! And, Sanaya, from jhalli language to the body language of Khushi she made it look so natural!

Whether they were geniuses or not, the core team initially had put its "heart" into each and every scene and it got reflected...

Indi, thanks for sharing your own IPK. BTW, I won't complain for the channel to have intruded for that marriage in Feb as things could have still been managed well if only there was some "heart"!

Originally posted by: BarunDiwani

Thank you Indi, your abs right the design of tthis epi and 111 is too perfect! just had some logic issues with La's characater...i can forgive it thinking of how they got so much right!

LOL, thanks for the advise on practicing my sprained ankle, will happily 😃 you might want to tell WIWY something too, she plans on spraining both 😆

and about the "hawww" interperation, to each his own, actually i didn't see it my first watch, infact didn't think about it till i saw a VM, edited for be gutterry, saw a few posts on it and recently Sabrina bought it up, so i watched closely and for my when i saw the way he was looking at her in pain, i had to believe it. normally when she's in pain there is panic or worry, here it was pure sex 😆

Originally posted by: chalhov

Indi @109

yes yes yes to all your thoughts Indi loved them

episode 109 part 2

Lipti gulabon mein, simti hijabon mein
Lipti gulabon mein, simti hijabon mein
Khwabon mein aati hai, bheegi sharabon mein
Paas rahti hai woh pal do pal, kaun?

gaalon pe hain angaare

her cheeks has fire or blaze

phoolon ke jaisi khilti javaani

like a flower blossoming

naina nasheele hain kajaraare

looking into her eyes makes me drunk

jaise ki naagin dole

like a snake dancing

aaise chale balkhaake

she walks like that

madhosh kar de mujhko

she makes me go crazy

jo vo sharma ke

when she blushes

kabhi khulen jo zulfen usaki

when she lets her hair down

ghata see chhaaye

looks like clouds in sky

ek chanchal shokh haseena

one very free-spirited and fashionable gal

jheel mein khilta ek kamal

like a water lily in the swamp

vo hai kisi shaayar ki gazal

she is the inspiration of some poet

baahen utha ke le angdaai

she lifts her arms and stretches
dil mein macha de halchal

she creates havoc in my heart

pariyon ki vo shehzaadi

she is the queen of angels

chehra hai bhola bhala

faces is very pure and innocent

beautiful creations excellent interpretation,translucent fluid style of posting with lovely creations all over Indi loved it

Originally posted by: supriya.arshi

thank you madly, supriya. love taht you love. and i have been falling increasingly in pyaar with your denser, deeper collages. the diwali ones are oh ho ho ho. this whole thing deserves a thread. what a week at ipk. so thankful for that in pink. no point writing if it doesn't touch anyone.

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 111

before the owner could think or even knew it, the hand rose in a hypnotic arc slowly and touched the playful lock of hair on her cheek, her forehead, pushing it back slowly, wondering, caressing behind her ear. and then the hand stayed there, just holding her cheek, just wanting to stay there, not leave.

the other hand went exploring too, and ever so gently cupped her right cheek. he was holding her face in his hands, his eyes looking intently at her, at her quivering pearl pink lips, there was an air of such utter concentration on his face, his whole body, as though this is all that there was to life, nothing else existed in the whole universe.

she was alive to his electric touch, its effect coursing through her entire being, she clutched her sari... what was that, anticipation? and she never turned her face away. never said, "stop, no." she stood there her back against the wall, waiting, just waiting for him to finish what he had started.

maybe there was nothing else in the universe at that moment.

beside this very pool, on another night of festivities, he had asked her rough, abrasive, "tumne to kaha tha tum chali jaogi... hamesha ke liye," you'd said you'd leave forever? he'd never understood why it had thrown him asunder to think she was going forever... leaving, he would never see her again. he knew he'd never let any woman matter to him, not like that. but he didn't know perhaps it had already begun to be a little too late. he'd seen her sitting in his cupboard that day, a shattering meeting, his world rocked by the effect of her presence. she'd run away. but he'd found her here and made sure she couldn't escape. not again. the violence in the air was it a sign of something else, he refused to think as he jerked her to him and began his tirade... only this time he didn't let his insult about miney go all the way. when lavanya walked in she took the chance to escape, but not before a part of her had flung itself right here on the poolside as though it didn't want to leave.

do we do such things when our conscious and our subconscious argue? leave behind telling clues? he had left a key with her. she left back her payal.

he had spent many minutes that night alone, when all had gone to bed, here by the water... with that streak of gleaming silver, touch of her along its surface, sound of her in its tinkling, feel of her in the air. why had he never returned it? did he even know? but tonight he'd heard it was her amma's. the only sign of her mother and he knew what he had to do.

when he saw her amid that circle of flickering, inviting diyas, a resistance he'd worked on assiduously for years began to give way. it came on the back of so many feelings for her that the recent days had aroused. her father was terribly ill, the fear of loss ravaged her, he knew about that fear, and wanted her never to feel it, he wanted to protect her, he wanted to lighten her heart's burden, he wanted to see her happy, he wanted to make sure her eye wasn't hurt, oh god, he did want to touch that lock of falling hair... then there was that crazy concoction drinking she did the other night, something about black magic... magic... what the. and there she sat now, innocent and lovely, and seductive in red. the last part she was completely unaware of which made it even more impossible to look away.

the party began but all he could look for, sense, yearn for was her, and only her. he could sense her, only her everywhere. and she him. when that became too much to bear, she left the room and went to the poolside... but he had to find her there.

why did he come?

before he could even begin to answer that, she fell; well he wouldn't let her. and he sat her down on his lounger, and lifted her foot and placed it almost reverently on his knee. part of her, her bare skin, her perfect arched foot on him, a beautiful gift almost, the way he touched her skin, her ankle, stroking, gentle. till that hurt had to be given. she clutched his shoulder and let out a small scream of pain. ab theek hai, he said. but he didn't let go of her foot.

he had the payal in his pocket, he drew it out and showed her. she had been riven by feelings she'd never felt before the whole evening, and now his silent offering of her mother's only sign left with her. one she thought she'd lost. she watched speechless, as he with complete right, put the ornament around her slight ankle. he lifted up her saree deliberately but with deference so he could reach around her leg... the absorption in him as he did this delicate task of hooking on a sliver of metal, surely arnav singh raizada doesn't do such things every day. is there anyone else in the world he'd do it for. but he just wanted to make her feel whole again perhaps, give her the joy, and maybe he just had to do it himself just because he had to... i want to put your payal on you, your bangles i will buy, maybe a bindi? i want to be with you, i want to be the one... primeval desire, put the shackles on my woman, keep her with me forever. you can't run away... ever.

when he was done, he paused and gathered himself a bit, a sweet innocence in him, didn't she want to reach out and stroke his hair, there at her feet, a powerful self made tycoon known for his arrogance, his gussa, yet so tender so gentle so respectful just for her. but she wasn't thinking of course, how could she? and then he looked up at her. in her eyes such a storm, so many questions, and that thing however hard you try to deny you can't.

he thought he was done, he got up and stepped back, one two steps, but he had to stand there just staring. no choice, he just had to. she slowly came to her feet, a heat was rising around the cool cool water. and it wasn't from the lamps.

she couldn't bear it perhaps, so she turned away, a conversation ending? he perhaps took it as a cue, thinking he could indeed escape and made his way toward the stairs. yet he did have to stop, have to turn around, have to look at her and let himself go, go and take in all that beauty into his heart, into his gut, into his every single part, somewhere along the way.

had to just be there in that moment. where time will stop having any meaning... this was pure unadulterated chaotic mind altering magic.

and intoxication. of innocence of lustre of beauty of sheen of a hidden burning flaming untried unspoilt unmarred desire. how her gaze hid its truth, how her fidgeting hands, her heaving bosom revealed it anyway, how he yearned to gather it all close to him, against him, all of it, only his.

he was drowning in it, but was he alone?

he had to walk back and right up to her, no words were needed to make his intentions clear, she had a choice to walk away, but she couldn't, instead backward she stepped, almost pulling him along with her, no one had any thought or volition in this matter. she had to go further back, he had to go wherever she went.

swirling winds and stirring music mixed with the first notes of "jadoo hai nasha hai," and desire as we'd see it onscreen got redefined in one long take and what was to follow. my ears feel their heat, my hands tremble almost touching their passion. my head loses all thought as theirs do too. long time ago in a movie called poltergeist, they had this story of a creature from television coming out and grabbing a kid. well, one may laugh at this, but honestly, this scene has had that effect on me every single time i have seen it. poltergeist. that's what it is.

the incredible detailing, the framing of shot, the magnifications played with, the direction, the choice of shots, the lighting, camera, sound, and of course those two people, it all has created a classic scene that spells desire and passion and the losing of one's mind to it like nothing i've ever seen before. deserves an award. a massive mention in the history of indian tv when that gets written finally.

a few fairly cliche things: woman in red, night, flickering lights, water, two good looking people, the right kind of music, passion being drawn by a director and his actors. we have seen this before. but ever like this? i am full of admiration for the art and complete understanding of a moment by each and everyone involved.

a man and a woman and a sensation that is too powerful to even begin describing. tonight it broke limits and the ocean breached the shore flowing over and the shore melted, merged and said, submerge me.

when she came up against the wall, she stopped. and quivered, and trembled and waited. the longest moments of desire burgeoning, just with eyes emoting, a face swooping, eyes losing focus, getting inebriated, lips half open asking, begging, yes frightened. something unknown something unbelievably exciting on the way.

satyr ears, mesmerizing eyes, a set of pearly lips, a hand clutching red.

and the phone rang.

she is startled. his eyes flash. return to here and now. and its trauma. its unending questions.

in classic asr inflection, he closes his eyes, when they open and he turns his gaze on her you can already see the fear, the disbelief dawning...

if aman hadn't called tonight, the kiss would not be where it would have ended, it would have gone all the way to him lifting her up and taking her to the bed visible through the glass doors, and her holding him tight, close, fingers running through his silken hair, never ever dreaming of saying no.

perhaps that thought also rattled them so.

"yeh kya hua... hum iss tarah kaise? aur... arnavji ke paas humari payal? matlab kya hua ye sab ka... hume pata lagana hoga... poochna hoga hume." what happened now... how can i?... and my payal is with arnavji? what is the meaning of all this... i must find out... i will have to ask. she is determined to know what's up. about the payal, but more about all that... wo sab.

"kaise kar sakta hoon main ye... kya ho gaya tha mujhe... kyun... kyun kamzore pad gaya main." how can i do this... what happened to me... why did i become weak. he has sworn never to let a woman matter, never let her anywhere near her heart. he walks away to seeking a sanctuary, find his calm, feel strong... not so kamzore. in his eyes this is hell, how could this happen.

if only she had let him be. but then again, she needed her peace, and she thought that was in those answers, the ones only he could give her. a relentless pursuit started.

he avoided her eyes, he disappeared from her sight, but she found him by the place of emotions that are just so theirs. the poolside.

"hum jaante hain ki iss waqt aap phone pe nahin hai..." i know you are not on the phone, she said standing behind him, as intense as he was only minutes ago.

"hume aapse kuch baat karni hai," i need to talk to you about something.

"mujhe tumse koi baat nahin karni," i don't want to talk to you, in his clipped, contemporary lingo.

aap... tum. two worlds... two mindsets... one driving need.

"karni padegi... aapko humari payal kahan mili... kabse yeh aapke paas thi (he swallows, but resolutely quiet)... aur.. aapne hume pehle wapis kyu nahin diya... sirf aaj hi kyun" you have to tell me, where did you get my payal... why didn't you return it to me before? oh, that innocent childlike lilt in her voice at the end...

"bataiye.. jawab dijiye... ," tell me, answer me... she is insistent, peremptory almost... it's all getting too much for him...

'ek baar kahi hui baat tumhe samajh nahin aati hai? just leave me alone,' he snaps, with a nasty twist to his lip... don't you understand what's been told once to you?

"in fact, tumhari shaql bhi nahin dekhni hai... do you understand." in fact, i don't want to see your face, do you understand?

she's hurt, shocked at his vicious clipped tone, but still persistent.

"nahin understand... aap samjhaiye hume," don't understand, you make me...

"nikal jaao yahan se..." get out of here...

he wants to leave... she stops him. aggression in her, picked up no doubt from him, and from all the burning sensations within, the fire moving from desire to rage. changing energy, growing bigger at every stage... pure physics.

"humne kaha samjhaiya hume... bataaiye kyun aapne humari payal apne paas rakhi... kyun ab tak wapas nahin diye.. iss sab ka kya matlab hai..." i said make me understand... tell me why did you keep my payal... why didn't you return it till now.. what's the meaning of all this? her voice is rising voice rising, strident...

"aur wo sab," her voice loses edge, lost suddenly... and all that?

pause...

music gets dense, his face, half turned away, he raises his eyes to her face

"aur usska jo... kuch der... pehle..." and that ... which.. a little while back...

unbearable for him.

"i said just leave me alone..." he is struggling. he needs her to stop this inquisition, he is way outside his place of ease, he is breaking, badly... yes,

she doesn't read the signs, for she is beside herself too, everything is roiling within... what's going on...

"hum..."

and he lunges forward grabbing her shoulders, teeth gritted, hissing in anger almost...

"ek shabd bhi ekbar bola na toh..." if you say even one word now... i think that's what he rasped out, so angry so helpless.

the tears form in her eyes... he just stares, melting breaking ending falling shattering inside... rabba vey, the saddest most forlorn call to the eternal... two people going under, no fault of either, just that it had to be so.

she is crying, squirming at his roughness, his eyes can't watch this any more, they close, a storm of emotions in him... he lets go of her shoulders... he steps back... he can't meet her eyes, maybe he won't , maybe that's when in that agonised state of mind he would take a decision that would lead only to heart break.

this was the evening of decision, after all.

"aap iss tarah bina humara sawal ka jawab diye nahin ja sakte." you can't laeve like thsi without giving me an answer...

"jawab? mujhe tumhe koi jawab dene ki zaroorat nahin hai..." answer? i don't need to give you one.

"aap..."

and he leaves.

layer upon layer, word by word, feeling by feeling his discomfort and anger is rising... he has lost complete control over his feelings. this hasn't happened before... ever... kamzor... kissi ladkise koi faraq nahin padta,.. then what was this? had she left it alone and walked away things might have gone a different way. but just as she was perturbed so was he... both in difficult places, the more she pushed him, the more he had to hurt her... she had to be told she was of no consequence... he had to tell himself that... no he had to convince himself... his very life seemed to depend on it... so many years' resolve... a decision that had helped him survive... that said, pyaar bakwaas hai... for he had seen its consequences on his mother... he would never let that happen to him... no girl would ever matter, then why... why was this happening, why was he becoming weak... he had to push her away... stop it... but she isn't going away...where did you get the payal.. why did you keep it, why are you returning it, why today... he had turned back at the pool without any thought, as he'd looked at her, lovely lissome arms in bright diwali bangles, fingers clutching, a tremulous air making her even more lovely, her smooth girlish bosom covered in deep passionate red, now heaving as she breathed heavily looking torn, questions in her gaze, her long throat, a gold necklace enhancing its beauty even more and those lips, small, innocent, glistening in pearly pink, a little parted trembling as she tried to come back to reality, he couldn't stop himself, he just walked back to her, and as she took her steps away, backing away, he followed as though a magnet pulled him... when she came up against the wall and stopped, he just stood their gazing, eyes riveted to her sweet innocent face, it's sensuality seething underneath, his hand came up when he didn't know, oh the touch of her hair, her gentle curve of cheek, he just wanted to be here forever, the other hand soon followed, her cheek rested in the cup of his palm, innocence against knowledge... he could only stare into her eyes and go near... she didn't stop him, he didn't stop himself, he wanted to just tonight he just so wanted to feel those lips against his, this once, now here now... all sound cut out, he began to swoop toward her, to make her his, to become hers.

how could he lose control like that?

and now she is saying make me understand... he can't... he must push her out out of his life.

how?

and he walked straight in to the bustling diwali party to the girl who felt safe, with whom he never lost control, who'd always put him first and take what he can give... lavanya. he held her hand and said... "shadi kar raha hai," getting married... he looked at no one as he said the words. he'd turned his entire position on marriage, but it wasn't because he loved his girl friend and wanted her to be part of his life... it was because he lost his bearings entirely on the issue of letting anyone, any girl matter to him in his life, yet there she stood outside the glass door and all he wanted was her her and just more of her. how could such a thing have happened.

her world shattered as she saw him do what he did... 18, in love, with a mysterious, broken man, who aroused her as she never knew one could be, kept her payal safe, put it on for her like a lover would, made her want to be held and smothered with hard passionate kisses, confused woh sab.

and now he is marrying the girl he said he never would. a girl who had become a friend of hers...

tu hi bata mere maula..

his eyes never left her, her tears just flowed on.

this was a night like no other night.

Originally posted by: BarunDiwani

Friendly Disclaimer: My words, thoughts and ideas are mine only, please do not copy. You are welcome to use it, but credit accordingly. Thank you!

Episode 109

Did he walks down the stairs or was is glimpse into heaven? There she sits in the center, surrounding her self with dozens of diyas (candles), the gentle flickering from the dozens of diyas gleefully dance on her face. Best of all, she in the color that appeals to him most, red, the color of passions and desires and of love..The first time he saw her in red, he lost a part of himself that he hasn't been able to recover since. This second time her pull is just as magnetic. He is mesmerized the same way and just like that day, his feet move towards her as if hypnotized.

MY SONG FOR YOUR ITERPRETATION POSTED BELOW FASCINATING POSTER

The wind blows while she lights another candle, she feels his presence and looks up to his admiring eyes. She stands up. A slights smile appears on his face as his heart fills with her beauty.👏😳😃

Even La's entrance wasn't enough to divert his attention off of Khushi, till she talks "what did you do? you've surrounded yourself between candles" she tries to get out, but has a tough time. La asks ASR to give her a hand, well he wouldn't say no to that!

He slowly makes his way into the circle, taking a closer look, he gulps down his attraction. By reaching her, symbolically he has completely made it into her heart, maybe at this moment she knows it's not acidity, or black magic, it's something else, its pyaar.

She has come a long way in understanding this Rakshas, she knows he's anything but. Today she willing to hold his hand and follow his lead. She will be ready to confess her feelings by that poolside later. He continues to walk her out, still mesmerized by her beauty, he can't take his eyes off of her.

Not used to high heels, she would trip and he would catch her...hamesha.

The way her hand fits into his, he's loving it, even looks at her to see how she feels. The beautiful journey comes to an end, but their hands linger in each others. Yes their hands/dils wants want to hold hamesha but minds

Actually things have felt just right with each other for some time, just like the red saari...another loud and clear message sent by DM. As soon as Khushi had opened the box, he had immediately fell in love "kitni sundar hai!"...like any girl would do, she walks to the mirror and drapes it across her shoulder with a big smile on her face. It was just a new sari and but i felt her smiling a bit wider.

It wasn't the saari Anjali had intended on giving her, but the it seemed to have chosen Khushi. Its customary that the in-laws would gift the daughter in-laws a new saari for Diwali, but what made Anjali decide to give Khushi one, the girl who she hired to train La? does the fact that it is from Anjaliji, Arnavji's sister, have her grinning from side to side? there was something special about this saari in the auspicious red.

When Khushi learns that the it was accidentally switched, she feels terrible,

"maaf kijiye Lavanya ji woh...hame pata nahi tha"

"i'm sorry Lavanya ji, i didn't know"

Beautiful the way CVs show how Khushi never intended to steal the red Sari, it was planned by some unknown forces...just like the man they both have in common, La's response is also telling of the future "Don't be so silly! it looks great on you" as that will be her reaction when she finally sees where Arnav's heart, also red, truly lies.

In this little journey of theirs was so much promise, everything was the way it was meant to be, everything was right, felt right.

For Khushi, within the last few days in the midst of her confusion, the sense of belonging with him never left. Taking care of him when he fainted, stopping his from leaving on a hungry stomach without a car in Nainital, running to his strong shoulders when life became too much to handle. "Arnavji" just like she pulled out of the oil when she stress made jilebi again, all of her being giving her sign, she felt close to him, somewhere he became special, special enough to sweetly wrap his sugar-free sukha halwa that she specially made for him. And when Payal asks "What's this?" she almost gives herself away "yeh Arnav ji ke ...unhe meetha mana hai na" she quickly changes her tone from caring to passive. Even when she handed the meethai to OP after reaching the RM, she makes sure to stress ""yeh dabba Arnavji ke liye, isme bina shakkar ki mittai"...i have a feeling she put some extra love and care into making that sugar-fre halwa.

Arnav also continues to stay lost in her essence, under her "jaadu tona" (spell). He has ebraced these feeling with open arms undlike the frustrated ones he used to have. He has completely let his guard down and now that he's has a strong sense of Khushi's "ulaj (tanglement)" the meaning behind that lone tear when he hugged La is clear allows him perhaps to go even more deeper. Not to mention he can also hear her "dhak dhaks."

Their oneness is surfacing within both of them, a sense of belonging to each other. The proof is in the diya(candle) that she made for his home, which he allowed her to use clay from this beloved garden ... 'whats mine is yours" right?...and when one of the diyas accidentally slips from La, he catches it, remembering that Khush made it he softly grazes over it with his thumb demonstrating once again his desire to feel her and to breathe her in.

They came a long way in just a few days, by the time this Diwali arrived, both have brought light in each other in the truest sense. Both seem to be on the same page now, longing and wanting only eachother. But then again its never easy with these two, A crossroads is upon them. With the help of a lost and found payal some jaadu (magic) and nasha (high) let us do a walk backwards till the crossroad arrives... in between some madhoshiyan as well

DROOL CORNER!!!!!!

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

DISCLAIMER:DON'T COPY MY WORKS AND CONCEPTS WITHOUT GIVING ME CREDIT

YOU HAVE SEEN MY HUMBLE SIDE. TRUST ME YOU WON'T LIKE THE OTHER...

ARSHI"S INDEX

EPISODE 109

[Diwali Special Part 1]

Diwali dias[circles of protection]

The Diwali or Deepavali festival marks the victory of good over evil.As Darkness represents ignorance, and light is a metaphor for knowledge. Therefore, lighting a lamp symbolizes the destruction, through knowledge, of all negative forces- wickedness, violence, lust, anger, envy, greed, bigotry, fear, injustice, oppression and suffering, etc.

AND that's exactly is going to happen after Diwali but after lots of oppression and depression as to remove the darkness you have to enter the darkness first.

EPISODE 61&62 epis full of circles of protection,

That day Circular pickle jars ,circular plates ,and circular Laddoos,Circular diyas ,circular globes on the tables,waking up early for round round,half circles,full circles ,Moon , Sun,..Uhhh'

Today.circular dias ,circles made of dias,anklet around ankle is a circle, Pineapple a circular shape fruit, thals,laddoos ,fruit

but no pickle jars as Arnav and Khushi are going to have rift.No protection for Khushi or her family as these jars are in GH.

Symbolism: Circles are frequently used as sun symbols, as well as Moon. Circles are often seen as protective symbols and a circle represents infinity or continuity.

Ancient African, Japanese, Germanic, and some Native American tribes all hold the sun as a feminine energy. in Hindu mythology the sun is the eye of Varuna, and is also considered the "divine rejuvenator.".Sun also symbolizes for steadiness, firmness, and strength of purpose and Circular Moon is to rule the senses and emotions.

REMEMBER:In IPK Moon and Sun are important Symbols because they are associated with all the emotions as described above in the Symbolism.

Connection:EPISODE 61&62That day Anjali was in Khushi's house with all of her famine energy [to bring her back RM to train La]to rejuvenate and protect the relationship with Khushi which Arnav crippled .Khushi accepted the deal and today successful in rejuvenating and protecting the relationship with La by becoming friends and with Arnav as we all know and How ironic as Arnav is a protector of her and her family through Payal [anklet] which she left there and Khushi became protector through Anajli for Anjali and Arnav along with everyone through that bitter DEAL .Just amazing.

That day Anajli's proposal for Khushi to train La was misunderstood as a marriage proposal for Khushi by everyone .hmmm...but today Khushi is entering RM as a bride by DM's permission and Anjali did give her Shagun a red saree but she did not accept "payal" it means protection of Khushi has been pushed away and not by anyone else but by Arnav who is crippling this relation again.- LOVE THIS!

1-Circles of dias of Diwali in both houses.

These circular dias are representing rejuvenating relations and their future setting and positions.But before that it looks like Khushi puts herself in this circular "chakravyue" and acc to Mahabharta where Abhimanyu went in during the war of Kurukshetra and died bravely and only Arjun knew the way to come out.Arnav is Arjun here as he goes in and brings Khushi back without even looking the way out so it means Divine forces of DM will guide em in this thorny way of their love to come out in which Khushi is pulling everyone in and every relation is bound by her position and move.As Arnav and Khushi are in the middle of this ""chakravyue" so future relations of Arnav vs La, Khushi vs Shyam, Arnav vs Anjali, Anjali vs Shyam, Khushi vs La, Akash vs Payal , Guptas vs Raizads depend on em and are setting their positions for future.As All the prvious epis reflecting all Striking lights of Fate and here it is in its striking form.

"meri ankhon mein tu muskuraye meri dadkan peh hain tere saye"

Celebration in both houses is in full swing at this felicitous and fortunate moment which is spreading the circle of peace within for each other but this peace is surrounded by the vortex of emotions which need to come out and root out all the weeds of auspiciousness within so a clear peaceful sky full of brightness of love and affection can emerge. A light always tears apart the darkness no matter what.

Khushi along with family does the puja .Is this the day or her beauty is ravishing with a new bride glow in red avatar.She is ready for her groom with special sweets which she made only for him .She made his father hand's touch the DM murti which was gifted by Anajli during the exchange of gifts to put the protective circle around his fears and amazingly puja was done by other daughter who is also waiting for the father's blessing to be safe in this circle too.[I wish they have explored the story of Babuji and Anjali] .Payal as an elder sister reprimands Khushi for going to RM at this auspicious day but Khushi's fate and DM's divinity is pulling her in that vicious circle of relationship with Arnav including with Raizadas.

Khushi made special sweet for Arnavji and the way she stopped explaining her joy to her sister explains the stance of her heart who just found out how to do Dhak Dhak.She came a long way.The day she took care of him and fed him her fav sweet he became special to her. From Nainital to hospital his shoulder was there for her and her sweet innocent caring nature for him along with Devi Maya's signs which turned her Rakshus into Arnavji for her today.

Symbolism and connection"mewe ka halwa" [raisins sweet]Raisins are symbolic of the passage from the bitterness of sorrow to sweetness of new beginning, forgiveness and solace and comfort in the eternal salvation and freedom of the departed soul.

Just beautiful! Kudos to creators and thinkers.Khushi is taking this Halwa for Arnav to free him from his sorrows to bring his departed happiness and sweetness back .

In RM La's friends come with music of our office days with sim and pam and they get astonished seeing La in a split personality who can talk to a goat and really cares about elders' wishes ,their respect, and their happiness.La's complete circle of her character's change from office chick to bhenji but cute one.Love her dialogue"agar tum kissi baat ko nahin mante lekin ussi hi baat se humare kissi bade ko khushi milti hai... toh usey karne mein problem kya hai, guys"

Translation:if you don't believe in something but your doing it makes some elders happy, what's the harm in doing it, guys.

Naniji and Khushi's joy and satisfaction over La's answer is worth watching as La today did move Naniji and she Thanked Khushi bitya for that.The circle of changing views are circling around Naniji.

Symbolism and connection:Three bewaqoof friends,in the entrance decorations in the set of three as three is the symbol of victory and masculine #.It is connected for both Arnav and Shyam as Shyam's victory over Khushi is there and ASR's victory over Arnav is there but both victories are temporary and true victory lies within the truth of light.

The bride is here and this is very religious day too and as I mentioned so many times whenever there is a day of pure Puja or any such occasion devine forces create such a circle around Shyam so his presence becomes negligible at that specific time and that's happening now,He has to hide just like he was late on Teej,he came after the right time, during their wedding anniversary and many others because God always gives evil chances but evil don't look for them and commit more sins and becomes the most discordant in God's eyes for forever.God puts stamp on them.

Anjali instruct Om Parakash to not to put pineapple in Suji Halwa.

Symbolism and connection:In Chinese Pineapple symbolizes wealth and gambling luck and that's what Shyam is gambling.

Shyam's escape is Pineapple to remain in this circle of wealth and lust.

His way of hiding was very circular as seed of suspicious has been planted in Khushi when she saw a very familiar gesture.hmmm ..smart cookie.

PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS: Last time he emotionally black mailed Khushi for not going to RM and his one foot was wounded."Bara hi dohke bazz hai yeh pair bar bar larkhra jata hai"[My foot is very unreliable and deceivable] and Khushi touched him for saving him from falling.Yuck Yuck Yuck but that Yuck is so beautiful here as his foot is still deceivable and Khushi is touching HIS TERRITORY in his presence today to make him fall.That is divinity and its power.

Om [God's name ] welcomes Khushi and she specifically mentions halwa for Arnavji.Radiant beauty of pure innocence has entered the circle unknowingly.She greets everyone and hugs La instead of shaking hand .An amiable Circle has been complete today in between two of these.Khushi's pure heart becomes sad hearing the saree dilemma as she never wants to come in between her and ASR.Selfless angel.

Khushi is decorating the whole house with dias as Diwali is the event of brightness not noise and that's what she explains to La while making circles of these protective relationships.

The circle of protection goes from Anjali to Chote,from Arnav to Khushi and then Khushi to Arnav and then to Anjali unintentionally as a forced marriage then intentionally during kidnapping and onward to Anjali.

But La couldn't make any circular Laddoo the day of Raksha Bandhan has no protection of her dream to get marry with LADDOO ASR.

PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS:Is this the same Khushi who wants crackers next year for Aarav.hmmm😡😡😡 CVs and bright ideas

Misty ,gusty , and chiming winds started circling in the surroundings with the shrieking noise this time with increasing intensity by closing the gap of proximity of the beauty while stepping down in his grey avatar with his frozen phone in the air.

Symbolism and connection:Arnav is wearing grey as grey is associated with loss or depression with unsettling thoughts .His grey character is coming back in action.I don't need to connect very self explanatory.

He gets frozen in that moment and here she is sitting around the tiny twinkling dias which are increasing her glow and reflecting her red avatar more and more riveting and enchanting and here is that nimbo aachar totka,the magic the spell of which is gripping his heart and compelling him in this "chakravyue" to fall for her completely .

His frozen eyes don't stop his yearning for her as he can't look away from her as Di's words "who jab samne ayegi tou tumhain pata bhi nahin chalega'''aur tumhari sansein ruk jayengi" are circling here somewhere.That day he laughed and mocked his Di and today these words are mocking him.

PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS:That day in his office coming down the stairs with the phone in the air with Raba Ve Bg score first time enchanted by red beauty got froze in that mesmerizing and deviling sight of two hurt and complaining eyes during the brightening lights of photo shoot.But that fatal attraction did not remove his Grinch look but he did not come out of his frozen state from that captivated red beauty.

They have crossed a mileage since then and today he has pride in his eyes ,a pride of his selection which is very delectable to his heart which is thriving through his smile and his feet has no control over here and are heading towards her.

This "mehsoos" is being sensed on the other side too as his misty wind reaches her and her blown out matches get frozen in the air and she feels his burning gaze piercing her skin and a bafflement which she had couple of minutes before after knowing about the saree now making her realize what had just happened .

Her uneven breathing with quavering lips did not go unnoticed and that widens his smile with pride as he is very much aware of the effect of his yearning and gazing touch by his eyes which he takes as his RIGHT over her and she never refuses either.

They both are lost in this mesmerized and enchanting moment unaware of their intoxicated surroundings .He is completely drawn by this red alluring, bewitching, tempting, riveting and compelling beauty which arousing his desires with tenderness and the indulgence of which is making him inebriated with perplexed and mixed emotions are circling both of them.

La startled them,"arrye'.yeh kya kar diya tumne... tumne toh apne aap ko diyno mein ghair liya..."

Translation:what have you done, you've surrounded yourself with lamps.

Khushi is trapped in her self made circle of dias."chakravyue" and its hard for clumsy Khushi to come out.

.La,"ASR 'plz help chamkili" and how can he refuse as he made promise by putting his hand to take her out from any distress circle and here he is with her in the middle of it under the Sehar[spell] of RED eternal beauty''

MOMENT OF THE DAY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpzmIGGCQYw

[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpzmIGGCQYw[/YOUTUBE]

Originally posted by: chalhov

ek laDakii ko dekha to aisa laga...	When I saw this girl, she seemed to me like...
jaise khilata gulaab	like a blooming rose;
jaise shaayar ka khvaab	like a poet's dream;
jaise ujalii kiran	like a glowing ray of light;
jaise ban me.n hiran	like a deer in the forest;
jaise chaa.ndanii raat	like a moonlit night;
jaise naramii baat	like a soft word;
jaise mandir me.n ho ek jalta diya	like a candle burning in the temple.
ek laDakii ko dekha to aisa lagaa...	When I saw this girl, she seemed to me like...
jaise subah kaa ruup	like the beauty of the morning;
jaise saradii kii dhuup	like winter sunshine;
jaise viiNaa kii taan	like a note from the lute;
jaise ra.ngo.n kii jaan	like the essence of all color;
jaise balakhaaye.n bel	like a twisting vine;
jaise laharo.n ka khel	like the play of waves;
jaise khushbuu liye aaye THa.nDii havaa	like a cool scented wind.
ek laDakii ko dekha to aisa laga...	When I saw this girl, she seemed to me like...
jaise naachataa mor	like a dancing feather;
jaise resham kii Dor	like a silken thread;
jaise pariyo.n ka raag	like a fairy melody;
jaise sandal kii aag	like the fire of sandalwood;
jaise solah si.ngaar	like the sixteen (traditional) ornaments of beauty;
jaise ras kii phuhaar	like a refreshing mist;
jaise aahistaa aahistaa baDHta nasha	like a slowly growing feeling of intoxication.
ek laDakii ko dekha to aisa laga...	When I saw this girl, she seemed to me like...

Ami loved reading your interpretation of 109 and the arnav Khushi relation at this stage how they are coming closer and doing things indirectly for each other but this is the time both get drawn to each other the unknown forces and deep attraction. Loved the lovely creaions and the other one of them in the poolside seen so many of that pix being usedbut that was too beautiful their refection in the pool