Blast from the Past Thread #15, pg 128, epi 169 - Page 42

Originally posted by: indi52

thanks, katelyn... that was some kiss.

Originally posted by: Horizon

Dearest Asrhi:

I see that you are bitten by AD as well just like I am. Just read your first page piece. you are this fantastic writer/publisher of IPK pocket book.. for keep safes.. for crazy paglas like us! Loved how you connected the dots since the start, how he always did exactly the opposite to what he said or rather wanted to do! Yes ASR never did everything/anything right and ended up hurting the soul he loved immensely.. but as we all know his love for her was unmistakable and ever lasting that he couldn't part with her even during hatred.. perhaps the reason why we could forgive/ love this man as much!!

Isn't it just ironic and wonderful or even perhaps a revelation of sorts that for a conservative channel like SP, Arshi are the one of the very few (even first??) couples to have consummated their relationship before, as you beautifully put, she was formally made his Ardhangini (altho for me they were already married)???

Take care!!

Originally posted by: indi52

credit: main forum

i have been dreaming of this man in pink... dark pink... and there he is. my bitwa, ufff.

Originally posted by: salooni

thanks all for liking my mausam hai suhana

my one random edit for you all

my thanks

aaj mausam hai suhana

sabke wah wahi sune ka

hai bahan

what the what the what the

humne toh aise

likh diye tha

apne dil ke kuch tarane

la la la

jaan kar yeh

ki pasand aaye

yeh sabko

naache dil ke more mare(meree it is rajashtani word means mine)

what the what the

kehti hai thank you

aapki paagli sabki ladli

soni

la la la

ab kehte hai alvida

mile ge phirse

naye bahane se

what the what the

Originally posted by: salooni

part 1 of ff

updated

do see

Originally posted by: DurgaS

@ Horizon

😆 The colour change mission, forgot about that. Well the Telugu CC thread is there for that purpose, just joking. 😆 No, actually this is about Indi's bet. I am just making sure that we don't reach teri meri in this thread itself. 😉

Originally posted by: Horizon

Nothing relevant here ... just that ever since Indi posted that pic of Birla Mandir from Delhi where that solo tree in the front some how caught my attention, this image has been on my head.. of a lone cypress tree standing tall.. formally called "Lonely cypress" on a cliff top on the Pebble beach of San Francisco coast overseeing the pacific below and the breath taking scenery around! When ever I recall anything that touched me before 2011.. it feels strange that I didn't know IPK then.. was there a time in my/our lives that was oblivious to these two??!!

Originally posted by: sohara

Congrats for the new thread.👏

The poem was superb Durga.

Indi, what you said about Shyam was just brilliant. He is really the slouchy scorpion, the venomous snake. I also wonder why shyam did so much tricks to kill Anjal..i think he didn't want to leave any evidence of his murder. What a Psycho he is! he should be friend with Hannibal.😆

ArshiH and Supriya's banners look awesome👏

We are really came to the fun phase of IPK. The delectation of wedding definitely will make us frolic and frothy.

The sangeet preparation will lead to some really hilarious moments. The whole Raizada clan will follow Khushi's childish frivolous act of "maun braat" to manaoing ASR for the sangeet. It worked though. ASR seems astute from outside, but his love for his family is undecipherable.

Can't wait to see the hot passionate dance of the sexy man with his jhalli girl. And of course before that some cute fights between Arnav and Khushi, Nani's awesome dance, mami and bua's comedy, Khushi's mind blowing sangeet performance and most priceless, laad Governor's wholehearted smile.

Originally posted by: wiwy

Fifteen

-- William Stafford

South of the Bridge on Seventeenth
I found back of the willows one summer
day a motorcycle with engine running
as it lay on its side, ticking over
slowly in the high grass. I was fifteen.

I admired all that pulsing gleam, the
shiny flanks, the demure headlights
fringed where it lay; I led it gently
to the road and stood with that
companion, ready and friendly. I was fifteen.

We could find the end of a road, meet
the sky on out Seventeenth. I thought about
hills, and patting the handle got back a
confident opinion. On the bridge we indulged
a forward feeling, a tremble. I was fifteen.

Thinking, back farther in the grass I found
the owner, just coming to, where he had flipped
over the rail. He had blood on his hand, was pale'
I helped him walk to his machine. He ran his hand
over it, called me a good man, roared away.

I stood there, fifteen.