Originally posted by: IssK.
Firstly, What IS IT about the drive after Diwali that has been killing us softly since the first watch! It's crushing, but also intoxicating... and it wrenches and drenches the insides but refuses to loose it's grip around us and let go...(thank you lord!)
Once i'm in that car with them and so much gets said, i can't stop either... And my eyes get that fixed stare too.
I doubt this feeling will go away...
What does go away really? Of course we're no longer levitating to feverish heights we once were, in the frisson of a crush past...but now years/months/weeks/days later (we're all prone to them, period), i for one, do sense them all still inside me.
And in any case, this is more than a crush...
Peeling away the outer shells around the Raizada man, around the Gupta girl and around their feelings for each other has helped me peel away at mine ever since my love affair with ipk began. Who can take that away and where can it go?
This show, it's homed into me, i've homed into it.
It's physical. Sure it is. Everything about Diwali is. Cos those emotions they rip me apart like someone was physically tearing into me.. That slide down the door of her home late in the night, still dressed beautifully, her finest jewellery, his finest color, a gift from Anjali ji that she wanted to honor...her heart shattered now...i always think of how she dressed up earlier that day, no inkling as to what was in store later. That slide down the door, among the many moments from the night that rip into me. And i've, as i'm sure you may have too, seen similar "slides" countless times in the movies, heroine in shock or deep tragedy... but never ever have i felt it like i feel it with her. I'm teary eyed right now. Melodramatic me.
The graze, the tug, the rip, they're all in place.
I love this chat, you two.
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