GULMOHARS ARE BLOOMING AGAIN
Yes, It is going to be May and Gulmohars are blooming again. For about a kilometer on both sides of the road, the red petals are scattered like a beautiful carpet. Last year, seeing that, I thought of Arman and Jassi and their eternal love story. I remembered the valentines day hug, I heard the music of their heart beats, and I saw the silent but eloquent dreams in their eyes. And I thought of each and every friend I had here at IF and I thanked God for giving me the chance to know them.
This year, there are no dreams. This year when I saw that, I remembered the lost charm, I remembered the disillusions, the pain of watching the ruin of your dreams, the distressing absence of friends, above all, I remembered that after a few days, JJKN will be history……You can't wait in front of the TV with an eager heart and impatient drumming of your fingers. You can't argue with your husband for the possession of the remote. And you will not spend sleepless nights thinking of Arman's misery and Jassi's heart break.
To me, JJKN has been a beautiful dream which had turned in to a nightmare. I am sure our hearts broke much harder than Jassi's and Arman's when she ran away from her wedding. It was just not acceptable to my silly sentimental romantic heart. (Congo T&D, you succeeded in breaking my heart). With much effort and difficulty, I have made myself immune to JJKN after that.
Of course, there are side effects. I can never involve myself with a serial again in the way it was with JJKN. I will always anticipate twists, turns and heart breaks and will be fully prepared for them. I will always be detached to the characters and story and always keep it in mind that it is only a serial. Arman and Jassi were like family.
When they cried, we cried. When they laughed we laughed.
JJKN has given me so much. It gave me IF, it gave me so many friends, it gave me companionship in my solitude, it gave me dreams and the list goes on.
It has also given me heart break, it has given me pain, it has taken away my trust in people, it has taken away my beautiful illusions and beliefs.
I so want to see that old charm in those gulmohar petals, I want to hear that music in the wind, I want back all my dreams.
Gulmohars will bloom again, and next year there won't be Arman and Jassi……..
But these sweet memories we created together will last forever………
" MEMORIES ARE TREASURES THAT TIME CANNOT DESTROY
THEY ARE THE HAPPY PATHWAYS TO YESTERDAY'S BRIGHT JOYS."
Thank you all my friends for giving me such everlasting treasures
Bade Achche Lagte Hain Naya Season
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