Blast from the Past Thread #25 Extn ** Khushi, I... ** P 119, Ep 274 - Page 98

Episode-265

credit goes to the the maker.

After searching every possible places, mami and khushi both are frustrated not to find the address of the kidnappers. It seems arduous for them to find Arnav. khushi is despondent, if they can't find the address, how they will reach to Arnav! mami can feel her disquietude, so she suggests her to visit her parents as she is around the Laxminagar area.

I just loved mami's sensibility. though she pretends to dislike Gupta sisters, but she actually likes both of them.

Fortunately Rocky was standing right behind Khushi, buying some stuff from the grocery store. He was leaving without paying and the shop keeper gets mad at him. He comes back and starts to argue with the shop keeper. khushi turns around to hear the hue. She sees the tattoo on his hand and gets curious. She remembers the tattoo hand man, who kidnapped Arnav from the airport. She starts to follow him. After a while Rocky anticipates that someone is after him. khushi hides when Rocky turns around. He starts to walk again and she comes out. Rocky was waiting for this opportunity. He hits her with a rod. khushi vociferates and faints because of the concussion.

Payal comes in a restaurant for the dinner date with Akash. But Akash is so busy with work that can't reach on time. While Payal was waiting for Akash, a decent looking guy comes there and sits on Payal's table. He insists to give her company as her partner didn't come yet. He starts to chitchat with her. He even offers her to buy coffee. He wants to make her feel comfortable and wants to be her friend as well.

I don't know why they showed a character all of a sudden. May be they had a plan to put Payal in some kind of extra marital affair. When the episode was aired for the first time, some thought that this guy could be Abhishek with whom Payal supposed to get married. That would be an interesting twist if they would've shown this! But without paying attention to Payal and Akash they literally ruined the characters.

Khushi's sense comes back in a deserted warehouse type place, she looks formidable. Fortunately Arnav is also sitting juxtaposed on the other side of the wall. He looks derelict and crestfallen.

khushi asks herself in embroilment, What kind of place it is! How did I reach here?"

The epic mehsoos suddenly engulfs both of them. The gust of wind blows and both feels each other's presence. He feels rejuvenated, as if he absorbed the energy from her and a surge of hope plunges inside him. He turns towards the wall a bit, is she really here?

khushi also looks at the wall, is he really there! They both touch the wall, try to feel each other.

Are they really close to each other?

khushi's hand roams around on the wall as if she is trying to search him in that inanimate object. Their hands grope to reach out to each other. she feels exhilarated sensing him on the other side of the ll. she starts to cry clinging herself against the wall. They succumb in an avalanche of the beautiful memories what they treasured in the sacrosanct place of their hearts. Rabba ve ascends,

On the night of diwali a scarlet Khushi bedazzled Arnav.

Right before the diwali, he had fallen on the rangoli, taken her with him. In the middle of the hall, their implicated body laid on the color for a while. How intimately they were entwined, as if time ceased and the rest of the world doesn't exist.

How lovingly he put the payal around her ankle.

Their minds are swirling in a vortex of incisive memories.

"aisa kiyu lagraha hai ki jaise Arnavji yaha kahi hai,

(why does it feel as if Arnavji is here somewhere?) Khushi feels it strongly that Arnav is here.

Arnav is also feeling same. A sweet smile encompasses his visage, as if all his woes has relegated to oblivion. He recalls how he took care of her in Nainital. Right after that when her dad had a heart attack, how she broke down and in the hospital tried to find solace in his embrace.

Arnav is sure, she is around, otherwise he wouldn't feel her presence so strongly! He stands up and tries to reach up. Both wander in the room for some time like stranded ship, try to find something to stand on and look through the ventilator. Again the memory takes over their mind to the diwali night when he tried to kiss her.

Both become more sure now

"Arnavji" khushi shuts her eyes to thwart her suppressed emotions.

khushi...Arnav utters her name as if he heard her call.

He comes in front of the wall and calls by her name, khushi khushi.

khushi can hear him now and she also comes close to the wall. she shudders as his voice makes her heart rate goes haywaire. Excitement and anticipation thrum through their vein.

"Arnavji, he is her." Her tears of joy start to flow from her eyes redundantly. And her tears mingle with her smile. For a moment she keeps leaning on the wall, tries to feel him. Her eyes are shut with frisson of excitement.

On the other side of the wall, Arnav becomes restless to see her. He is incessantly uttering her name. He bangs the wall in frustration, tries to break it down to come to his Khushi right now. He tells her to look up through the ventilator. And he also climbs up.

"khushi dhanse, be careful...his voice is soft and tender, and dense with love for his girl.

khushi also climbs up onto the box.

Arnav sees those gazelle eyes and Khsuhi sees those molten caramel orbs after so many days. They are in succor now. The rabba ve in high pitch plunges in. tears are streaming down her cheeks in a long shining streak. His caramel eyes are flickering with a mixture of puzzlement and nascent mirth. His visage is suffused with enormous joy and his body shudders with pure happiness. Their hand reaches out to touch, to feel each other. They try to hold their hands through the grill of the ventilator,

"I just can't believe that it's you. khushi mai".. arnav says in constrict voice. He is in impediment

"akhir humne apko dhoond hi liya..i did find you finally" her voice also constricts but a smile also glints her face, that didn't quite dispel the shadows of pain in her eyes.

He nods his head, "dhoond liya tumne."

How lovingly he gestures to her words!

She tries to clutch his hand through the grill. She looks disoriented, can't find out how to express her feelings! She leans down her head, as if trying to kiss on his hand. Her staccato behavior amuses Arnav. To assuage her, he says he is fine.

"nahi no, you are not fine. And I could anticipate that you are in some kind of trouble. .why you didn't tell this on the phone? Who are these people, where did they keep you?" she barges with fusillade of questions, all her pent up emotions spitting out in a slightly incoherent manner and her voice quivering with emotions.

"khushi, stop." Arnav tries to cool her down with endearing authority.

"No I'll not stop. Why you lied to me that you are fine?"...her emotions of anger and love mingle and spurt out from her mouth.

"khushi" he again tries to stop her.

"I know why you lied to me, you lied then and you are still lying. I can see well, how fine you are!"

"shhh...I'll discuss everything later. First let me break the grill." How sensuous he is sounding!

Khushi doesn't want to leave his hand; she clutches his hand even tighter.

"khushi do you want me to come to you? Then I need to break this grill." he tries to make her understand as if she is an impish child.

But Khushi is obdurate; she can't let him go out of her sight.

"khushi I'm right here, beside you. I have to break this grill, so that I can come to your side." He holds their entwined fingers to assure her.

She reluctantly loosens her grip. Arnav starts to break the grill. Khsuhi also pushes it, trying to help him. But the man doesn't want his fragile girl to get hurt.

"khushi, no, don't! main kar loonga, tumhe lag jayegi. ( I'll do it, you'll get hurt. you get down)

But she is scared to let him go just for a moment. Or Khushi who is a girl with full of energy and enthusiasm, just can't sit down and make him work. So the active and confident girl wants to stay with him.

"nahi, I'll stay here"...her voice is dipped with emotion.

Arnav has to chide her now to get her down, but doesn't forget to alert her to be careful. An intense protective tenderness rushes through his heart and it is even normal to feel this paternal towards your lover.

After she got down, he asks her is she fine?

"I got down and I'm fine." She sounds like a submissive lover, who wants to be dependent and protected by her man.

She waits for him to come out and calls his name again to make sure he is here.

"khushi I'm right here. I'm coming to your side by breaking the grill. ok? Relax." His voice is soft and tender trying to comfort her as much as he can.

Suddenly khushi feels a hand on her shoulder. She becomes happy anticipating Arnav. But when she turns around she sees it's not Arnav but the tattoo guy whom she was following. He brought food for her. khushi refuses to eat and that obnoxious guy rebukes her,

"chup chap khalo, jaban math chalao, to lagai ek fatka. pichla bhool gayi kya...eat silently, don't speak much. Otherwise I'll give you a tight slap, you forgot the last one?"

Arnav becomes flagrant to hear him scolding his girl.

Rocky leaves. khushi pushes the food plate away in despise. She climbs up to see Arnav.

"Arnavji."

Arnav also climbs up and he is now tremulous in anger, "did he hit you?"

"ek tarah se accha hi hua warna hum aap tak kaise pauch paatey."

(it was good in a way, otherwise how'd I have reached you.)

She was crying but smiles in between.

"what was the need to come here? Or how did you come here?...he hit you...if something would've happened to you?" He asks her with gritted teeth and in imperative tone.. He can lose his life, but can't afford to lose Khushi.

khushi is smiling to see his calibrated anger.

"What was the need to take such big risk?"...Arnav says desperately, his voice pulsating with anger.

khushi smiles more what aggravates him even more.

"What is so funny? Why you are smiling?"...his is indignant

"itni din jo ho gayi aapki daat sunke...it's been so many days since I heard your scolding."

I wonder does any person exist in this world who loves to get scolded!

How can he stay angry after such innocent candor!. He also smiles and tries to clutch her hand through the grill.

"kiyu dard hai itna tere ishq mai"...the new version of rabba ve plays in the BG. both tries to hold their both hands now. khushi looks at their interlaced hand and Arnav shuts his eyes to control his emotion. She looks at him with so much love that creates havoc in his heart. He has to break the grill as soon as possible; he can't see his girl in tormented state any longer. With both hands they grab each other. He gets the rope and ties it with the grill. Khushi helps him too. She stares at him with eyes full of myriad love. How much this girl loves this man!

Arnav asks her how she came to know that he is in danger.

Khushi recollects his confession.

I missed Sanaya's beautiful hands in this epic reunion scene and of course the thin wrist of BD irritated me a lot. And Sanaya today made me spell bound with her brilliant acting. And I'm surprised again that the jury of the award shows couldn't feel this beautiful acting to give her deserving recognition. Whereas all the lousy actresses get the awards.

The song of this vm is my absolute favorite. And it is truly an Arnav Khushi song.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=D1v45bpWIOc[/YOUTUBE]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1v45bpWIOc

credit goes to shy.

Rhea, congratulations on that color change!

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 267

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfdRr3dXmb8&feature=youtu.be[/YOUTUBE]


dailymotion link: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x21vcn5_chhoonley-pyaar-se-hd_music

youtube link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfdRr3dXmb8

Awesome indi...i love this VM...the color tone and the rhythm sets

i have never seen such heady love making on the screen. actually anywhere.

True

there were flaws, but what i left with was so intoxicating and beautiful, i overlooked the glitches.

when two people love each other, the sensual domain is theirs to own. theirs to express their emotion through, enjoy it, seep right in. from completely carnal sex to sublime union, the entire spectrum is theirs to have and explore. in fact, between lovers the physical intimacy and contact their relationship nurtures, is often a means of communication... with each other... sometimes even the eternal.

Excellent way of saying it.For me it is a natural need of a any human and needs to be satisfied ...not in a bad way...But it has physical , emotional and spiritual aspects .It is a soul connection in between two human beings...

the intensity of one's emotion drives this exploration and gives it variegated colour. one can write a book or a library on this... but how does one create it before a camera? between people who are not really lovers.

imagine how hard it will be ...they both made it so real

there are so many preconceived notions about what is sexy what is not, how lovers should or shouldn't make love, and in our image inundated world, stereotypes are thick and heavy. say love making and a bunch of cliched images flash.

nothing seems fresh, nothing touches. certainly nothing ignites... that's been the case with me.

but while seeing 267 when i forgot everything and just watched trying to hold onto my breath... i realised i was seeing something which is all of those. and definitely much more.

for me this episode is about director, barun, and sainyaa... that aaraam. i wish khushi had been thought through a bit more.

and while i loved the choice of song, there were parts where i felt nothing but the visual was required. it created all the other layers and you could almost hear and feel the picture. to find out if i was correct, made a vm with my most favorite parts, and no goons. please do see, i will be back tomorrow morning with the rest.

update

"fireflies," he said.

"jugnu!" she concurred delighted.

light played on her face, on his... his eyes were all you could see and in them, another light... that of his devotion to her. his incandescent love that even the darkest night could not snuff out.

the firefly... only one suddenly, i have seen a version where there were three... left its little pitcher and flew away, its phosphorescence lighting up the trail it flew and out of the hut it went, leaving darkness behind. but not quite. what had been lit remained so.

Yes it should be three...as those represents these three...Arnav ...Khushi and Anjaliu and Khushi is

he looked at her worried, almost pained by the thought of her feeling afraid. but she said, she was no longer afraid.

were the fireflies really a metophor, i wondered.

explained up there...pitcher is what is holding all the darkness and Arnav himself had light in it and hands it to Khushi and Khushi opens it...not him ...he just asks her look...and her smiles brighten his darkness freeing him from all the barriers which he broke to come to her side couple of hrs ago...now he will never leave her ...brightening his soul and awakening desires which kept under lids...

they had lain lit but carefully shut in a rounded little pitcher, a secret chamber as it were, its shape reminiscent of the womb, the kumbh from which nectar flowed... till she opened the lid and they flew right out.

desire. were they telling the story of desire that had lain bright and refulgent in two hearts, never set free and allowed to fly... but tonight they would?

Just said above

the day had been spent running, running to escape from danger that wouldn't be thwarted. two lovers, hand in hand, thrown into a strange flight and did they finally reach a place where at last the real fears we have can be shed?

as if on cue, she said, she was no longer afraid... no longer afraid of what? the darkness without or her apprehensions within?

from the moment the hut was sighted, we seemed to shift to an alterante reality. the hard harsh world of the day melting into a magic hut somewhere far away, yet where no one really knows. it appeared in the middle of a wooded area, replete with hay on the floor, lantern on a pole, shamrock on the wall, and the raiment of a nubile virgin... white chiffon touched with sparkling badla, but along with it, the touch of the temptress in a red revealing blouse with a tie to hold it in place.

in this fairytale cocoon one thing was throbbingly real. a man's feeling for a woman. a complete feeling that had range depth veracity. 👏👏👏

He wants to be free from all of his miseries...

close your eyes and count till ten, said a gentle, father like protector husband to a scared childlike wife. all arnav singh raizada cared about was her safety and comfort... something terribly beautiful about a man simply accepting his role and defining it his way.

captive or not, tired or not, worn out or not... khushi is always his responsibility... he owns this duty, it is a precious asset almost. even when he has disbelieved her he has protected her...

He is , as always ...she was the one who was instigating the situation by keeping a distance from him which he never liked...He always wanted to see and hear this from her that she needs him...he is her need and on the airport when it happened ...it snapped...in his head right there

for her too, only he was of importance, nothing else really. she saw the cut on his cheek and reached out to soothe. i could see the hand was not correct, nor the hair... it was not sanaya who dabbed at barun's cheek. but just as i had done the first time i saw this episode i carefully shifted focus and concentrated on what mattered, did not allow the presence of not well chosen doubles to mar my enjoyment of the beautiful portrayal before me.

I never cared message was beautiful ...loved the bottom shot

in the dimmed light, the intimacy of a secluded hut, desires began to murmur once fear had abated. this was the first time they were meeting after what took so long to say was said, and heard, and held dear in their hearts.

he sat on the hay while she changed; his shirt he had taken off for it must have been grimy and filthy after the ordeal of the past days and he just wore his not too pristine undershirt as he waited for her.

the gesture itself curiously intimate, that of removing the outerwear and being completely at home in a vest before a woman... quite husband like.👏

he murmured vaguely about what intimated her to his plight... a question he had asked before. arnav singh raizada was speaking not in clipped sentences but with a slightly lost curious lilt to his voice. maybe he wanted to know if she could feel him as intensely as he could sense her...

I love him here...his yearning to know how does she know ...as he has this thing in his head ...that he might be right what he signaled her or she was so much into him that she felt for him and above all thinking of him all this time ...he might be in danger as he didn't call...

she answered in little mumbles about woh, that... what he had said...

yeah that... woh... did asr just mumble back?

oh they both were feeling the fireflies' call...

he had pulled a makeshift red curtain on a line for her, to give her privacy.

and then inadvertantly, as things often happen, his eyes fell on a shadow... of her donning her clothes, he could see the silhouette move alluringly, her hands were behind her back, she was tying the dori of her blouse clearly...

one long look, and arnav singh raizada could no longer mask the naked passion stirring in his gut, released... refusing to be put back into a quiet dark place, instead rising and seeking to be free.

That look was a man in desire with Love and passion ...a need to love the girl who he love the most and always wanted her to be near him...by dragging, by pulling, by any means and today she is

today he wants to embrace her , show her how much he loves her or loved her all this time
a simple lantern juxtaposed against a lean expressive face with glittering jewel like eyes and a poetry started getting written about longing, sensual yearning, love and beyond.

as he watched her, then got up to lower the flame of the lantern so that even he may not in any way disrespect her form, her being, every frame seemed like a still life, but dynamic, quivering with desire... the wellspring of which was not mere flesh. of course, the flesh sought its pleasure but what compelled it was a sublime emotion.

this was really not about sex. and certainly not about a generic man woman thing. this was arnav singh's specific particular desire for khushi kumari. for no one else has he felt such things... not in this way or so i felt... to no one else has he wanted to give so much of himself. ⭐️

That was the key ...just showing him coming out of all barriers he put up around him against love and her especially...all that fight within which burned him on Diwali...was coming out...Excellent Indi👏

quietly he stares at shadows, his eyes saying a million things, most important, he is struggling with a growing arousal... he looks away, he swallows and tries to calm himself

and then just as he is about to succeed in quelling the overwhelming feelings, she draws aside the red curtain... it had to be red of course, right from that first day when he had reacted to her beauty without meaning to... it was always red. isn't it the colour of blood? of passion? of heat? of sindoor?

and before his eyes stands a virginal maiden in white, little silver sparkles across her flowing garment, her hair is open and down to her hips, diaphanous sheer is her saree, hugging her sensuous curves, a dash of red on her body, and a strange wariness in her eyes... that question about how she knew, that reminder of his phone call, and in her perhaps a surging too.

YES white and hint of red...PURITY and passion...but it supposed to be white as She has to be pure for him...all the filth of Shyam and other things should be done and she has to be innocent just like WHITE ...no color...no smudge...nothing

as i watched her, i could see she knew what he was thinking of... perhaps she longed too... but oh i did so wish someone had thought about what khushi would feel at such a moment with a bit more depth...

once he saw her, he could deny it no more. astounding expressions on barun's face, his eyes, the language of his entire body. she stood there transfixed, then his head tilted to one side as if he couldn't believe what it was his eyes beheld.

the breath by breath understanding and delineation of sexual desire burgeoning was exhilarating and gratifying really. the director had seen this whole thing in his mind with such clarity... it was as if he painted a canvas, stroke upon stroke.

asr looked at khushi for a timeless moment and then you saw a decision come into his eyes... that is when he moved... flowed really..
how graceful and ballet like were the next few minutes... he came to her, the motion had been slowed, the lighting was perfect, she stood there shy, uncertain, a little out of her depth. the two of them stood apart, a ray of light falling between them, an improvised clothesline with a sense of limit separated them, the lakshman rekha as it were. she watched transfixed, he approached, he seemed mesmerised... as he had been that day of the first rabba vey, as he had been on diwali night... but this time he knew why he was here and it no longer threw him that such an overwhelming need propelled him.

This time he had crossed all rekhas of his destiny , all barriers...all darkness and stepping into light

when he reached the rope... an inflection point. he lifted his hand and pushed the rope up, ducking under it, eyes on her he came to her side as it were. in his gaze was a determination now. he was here. he had decided to hear the call of the fireflies.

she backed away then, the look in his slightly glazed yet focussed brown eyes sent tremors through her it seemed. maybe it was the magnitude of his desire that shook her... had she ever felt such guiltless vast passion directed at her... caused in fact by her?

Her body's reaction was normal ...as this was the firsttime and he never looked at her like that except Diwali...but this was more intense

did it scare her a little? though it sparked a desire too in good measure.

he came closer still, now with a faintly predatory air, seeking her, and her alone. she walked back straight into the wall... so reminiscent of diwali this whole moment... he leaned over as he had done then, his eyes muddling and wanting the mayhem of love... this time he is sure. there will be no denial afterwards.

she watched as feelings ran amok and tried to escape the onslaught, but he would not let her... a swift and graceful lunge to the right blocking her path.

he bent down to kiss her, she attempted escape again...

but his downcast head managed to communicate unyielding resolution, a swift hand caught her wrist, obstructing flight... no, jonaki, tonight you won't fly away... bangles moved and danced, a touch of red by a carefully crafting director... in it: frenzy, fear, and maybe a note of wanton love.

asr pulled her back and came over close, she looked on helpless now, her eyes large, irises a little glassy... caught between the scary tumult of sensations in her and in him... perhaps still just a bit afraid.

i noted that both were dressed in white and red. he wore his basic white vest and that devastatingly exciting cut on left cheek, with a streak of blood.

Said it above...

red and white... were these colours too telling stories about the two and this evening like no other evening?

he did kiss her shoulder and then knowing the fight had left her, that she wanted him as much as he her, he bent and did what he had done so many times before... so after the signature advance retreat, now it was time to pick her up in his arms.

only this time he would lay her gently, tenderly on a bed of hay and make love to her, his wife.

while outside men with guns looked for them, inside the hut, lovers prepared to surrender, for something had found its mark. and that is when the song rose... rustic gritty alleviating... saiyaan.

kailash kher and a sufi interpretation of love, words that speak of the nature of love the lover seeks... and what that love does. enchanting melody. words that can make you blush or die with pleasure... no need for guns.

tu jo chhoonley pyaar se aaram se mar jaaoon.

if you should touch me with love, i will die of the comfort, the pleasure.

isn't that arnav singh's longing there? for years there has been no aaraam in his life, no comfort, no pleasure really... now she... all he needs is to be touched by her... that is all.

ALL HE EVER NEEDED TO BE NEEDED BY HER

aaraam, a difficult to translate word i feel... nuances of the purely physical and also emotion in it.

saiyaan... saiyaan... lover... oh my lover.

she lay on the hay as he reached down to claim her to be claimed by her.

just as he was about to kiss her lips at last, she moved with alacrity, away... no... she was shy... not ready... and out flowed a beautiful long slim arm, minutely and perfectly etched with muscles... sinuous, strong, rising from a beautiful shoulder...

he stopped her... then ever so slowly his hand moved, his fingers trailed the skin on her back and went to her dori... fingers began to untie the knot. she was carried away on the sensations awakened... his eyes looked intoxicated...

in the intensity if this night, in its pure and complete call, i suddenly found a reflection of another terrifically concentrated night... after the terrace... on a quiet road, the scream of a man betrayed, a man who loves and wants to be loved. the helplessness of that night seemed to come and find bliss here and merged with it, losing itself, letting it flow away, becoming strong again... that chot of his got its aaraam. that night he had screamed, tonight he said barely anything and whatever he did was in the opposite decibel direction... whispers... yet his eyes spoke, his body sang, his hands screamed...
TONIGHT THEIR HEARTS AND SOULS SCREAM FOR EACH OTHER SAME TIME ...IN THE SAME NEED..DESIRE HAS IT'S OWN LANGUAGE AND YOUR BODY SCREAMS FOR IT...IT HAS MORE DECIBLE HEATED POWER THAN THAT SHRIEK IN THAT NIGHT...
and of course, the goons found them just then.

there is a beauty in these scenes that my words will never be able to capture. and barun... this really was his episode. how terribly detailed and precise are his expressions... his body language is really rare... he is predator and protector... there is a male aggressiveness and a ballet like grace in his movements... something hums and murmurs all the time... it envelops him.. it's in his look, his voice, all around... and really i have never seen male physique that looks as though someone had painted it, no sculpted it... giving it the most fluid angles and lines, lifting a muscle here, drawing a sinew there, detailing with infinite care. collar bones, shoulders, the clavicle, the ridges and grooves... how can such things look so beautiful...

pulchritude, my mind said. this is what that word means. this type of beauty.

the moment he knew the outside world had intruded... asr, shatir, problem solving, in command, and no nonsense returned... he spoke in his clear sentences, a mix of hindi and english, an economy of words...

first thought... her safety. unlogo ko mujhse matlab hai... if i go out, they won't come in... ok?

no! she won't let him go. neither can bear the thought of the other being hurt.

they argued... he spoke of risk, she said let's jump out through the window... he through clenched teeth said, just lemme go, khushi...

i wondered how long i could remain sane.

and then some muddle headed writing bludgeoned the night on the head.

but there had been such beauty here by then, nothing could dull that.

right in the beginning before everything started, he had taken a second, stolen it from the hour in fact to look at her as she counted till ten with her eyes closed as he had asked her to...

SHE DIDN'T COUNT 10 INDI..I will explain my numbers in mine...numbers were missing in her count...

the tenderness that invaded his eyes at that point... infinite love there... it was perhaps that look which made the one in his eyes when he crossed the clothesline... that stalking devouring hunger... look perfectly wonderful... not lascivious and if so, in the best possible way.

heerey moti main na chahoon, main toh chahoon sangam tera...

diamonds and pearls i don't desire... i desire union with you.

even before the song said it, barun sobti spoke it with his eyes, his bent of head, his gliding, slow walk, his air of being unstoppable...

barun sobti was doing double shifts at this point... shooting for mamr at the same time. i have a feeling he was enjoying his role a lot... and that somehow got reflected in his kidnap days acting in ipk. absolutely inspired is all i can say... i yearn to see acting of this nature. and i hope that some day soon mamr releases... because he so wanted to do it.

did you see the look in his eyes
infinite

planets perhaps shifted
when he lunged

was there ever in truth a line to be
crossed

if there was, a crossing would be
done

love dictated, desired, demanded
that

the lover and the beloved stand
forever

in a hut in the gloam between here and
somewhere else

beauty and truth their indelible tie
illumine

soon after watching this episode when it first aired, i wrote this:
tonight was bs's night wasn't it.

also:
par mera asr aaj perfect tha, smoulder in his eyes, desire on his lips, love in his heart, passion in every pore. and banian on his breathtaking torso 😉 aur kuch hi din baad woh lautega, with all those things you speak of. but after tonight, there's no guarantee i'll live that long. he's the real dangerous one not that bichara sanskaari goonda. tan dan dan...

Ah,o our nayi naveli goldie ...😊