NOVEL~*Hiding behind a Stranger*~ Thread 3- CHAPTERS 5 & 6 - Page 2

Originally posted by: eshalli

Awesome chapter dear...
Thxccc 4r pm

@ Zhanna

Unfortunately for me the weekend more difficult than weekdays. I didn't even having time to read all the comments so far, and I will write pieces in stages.

Take your time Zhanna.. the lil ones here have been running amok 😆

As incredible cruelty of the death of Durga lived with me with the same sharpness, as I read it few days ago, then and this your picture in this chapter, all the time "sitting" in my the conscious and subconscious. It''s excellent! And this picture helped me understand how the "sounds" of your novel in me. On the musical language - is a Suite*. On the musical language - is a Suite*.

I am so happy that the picture created that effect! 😳 Thanks and thanks for taking this story so personally... this story is 'dark' if I had to describe the colour of this story it would be 'grey'! Like how many histories were ...

*(Definition:... "Suite (France) ... consists of several independent, usually a contrast between the parts, united by the general artistic concept. Parts suites tend to differ in the nature, rhythm, tempo ...).

All 4 chapters have their own color, scent and rhythm.
When Heera go out to try to find the strength to repair herself - it's "Fantasy", Mozart.

http://cs1448.vk.me/u12649428/audios/4a388f5fb2cc.mp3?extra=evylGGaL2_Lvu-5zRkxSp7snXFnFIGHrWihkZsJTnnx9_jI7sKtPzZJFRYoMFMa-aE8QPO2kR2aif6GNkUm4X-ZfHge1VYXbt68y445ru_AnvVEfdezJsgpcDuu_-saohBHSAjEg2RhP

Sorry, the timer doesn't coincide with the record, which I can to add, therefore aproximately.
When Heera is trying to find strength in the game of his happy past, throwing stones on the water - this is the first 45 seconds,

👏 How beautiful and how touching that you chose your favourite music pieces to blend in with the 'moods' of the chapter!

Taking a much needed break from the woes and responsibilities weighing her down, the 16 year old had stepped out alone, a short while ago, in search of some peace. Her stroll had begun at the gardens, like she'd promised Gauri, but the sounds of a flowing stream had caught her attention at some point. Lured by the music of water like a moth to flame, the lone lady had crossed a large field lined with an extensive stretch of stables, till she reached an elevated spot. An elevation that displayed the dusky views, of what she assumed, was a canal.

then with 48 seconds:

Yet, she hadn't found the tranquillity she was after. There was a calming silence that the solitude of night offered. The familiar spreads of nature somehow reminded her of the home she'd left behind, but Heera hadn't got what she yearned for.

Even the gentle breeze that'd displaced her veil and thrown her hair back didn't calm her - it only served to remind how vehement her own breath was. The light spray from the stream drizzling upon her features didn't cool her temper - it only showed her how warm her own tears were.

'Finding peace', as Harka Bai discovered eventually, was no easy quest.

at 1,35 sec monologue with Durga:

'How jiji? How am I supposed to find inner peace? Tell me... when I know I have to protect everyone from a powerful enemy like the Shehzade, whose men are out to murder me? When the terrible manner in which they took your life relentlessly haunts me? When I fear how deplorable jijasa's condition would be? How am I supposed to find peace when every step of my journey is plagued with perils?' she let an angry tear merge with the cool droplets trickling down her cheeks 'How am I going to achieve everything without your guidance? I need you... I want you with me, jiji... I WANT YOU BACK!'

I am awed Zhanna... you've listened, assimilated very carefully!

Rushing off to night rider and Heera entrained flow, this "Summer" of Vivaldi.

I understood (?) why the reference to "Beauty and the Beast." I'm very primitive thought that just so powerful male character, accustomed to the attention of women, the knight, who always will help, even if not asked. That if he fall in love, it is precisely the same:young, firm and at the same time very delicate and fragile, like Heera. (Hee-hee. 😛)

Therein where lies the difference... this stranger is not just a powerful knight in shining armour... he isn't polished, mannerly... neither does he ride gallantly on a horse, showing off his valour... (like the prologue describes... and like NJAPA_ADDICT showed)

He is a man in the shadows... a loner, a brooder... very sharp, but he doesn't like company... shows no empathy... a man who is very intriguing for whatever reason... his character is another one that I took a long long long long time to think of!

But you, how wonderful and talented! Doesn't the syrup, not cloying, and not with pink bows. It all starts with the confrontation.

If I would shooting film, then perhaps in the 3rd chapter in scenes of battle and the death of Durga, I would make black and white and only blood would give color.

oooh ok.. you've described this review in colours and sounds... such an interesting read Zhanna

Originally posted by: Ashvneet2399

Neither did I ever waited nor enjoyed the Sundays but since the day u started updating this story , Sundays had become my favourite 😛😆 .

Omggg I became like the doordarshan Ramayan Mahabharat telecast then ☺️😆

The stranger is out yaayy ! N my my do I need to tell the state of my heart

"Under the faint rays of the moonlight and behind the gleam of water droplets, there could be no other face that looked more refined. Set against skin that was fairer than fair, the bronzed locks that fell above his shoulders put even the richest shades of brown to shame. With features so sharp and eyes so piercing, she doubted if the man belonged to this country at all. "

Oh.My.God ! This is just ... 😲 ,, ❤️,☺️ !

*Coming back to the Earth *

Awww thank you... 🤗

I'd felt soo connected to Heera . Her pain , her struggle ... She's just 16 yet she'd been through soo much . First she lost her father , n well we all know what a father means to a daughter n thn her sister , her friend , her inspiration . She must have been feeling soo alone naa ! No body to share her tears . Yet she's soo strong . She never lets the tears to come in front of her group , she knows she needs to b strong , for all of them , to save them , the only ones she's left with .

You are right!😊 She cannot cry in front of her people... she cries in front of Nature and God instead...

Sometimes it makes me think what harm these innocent souls ever caused , that they'd to go through all this but then , when had God been fair to anyone ? If it wasn't because of all these problems , could they have been this strong they are now ? Heera , she is a true gem . I simply adore these two sisters .

Awww 🤗

"How am I going to achieve everything without your guidance? I need you... I want you with me, jiji... I WANT YOU BACK!"

I miss her too . 😭 Why fate had to be so cruel ? Why God just plays the role of being deaf at such situations ? Why she Had to go through such cruelty? Why such monsters are even born ? Why after being punished too , many such beasts are born in future ? Why is it bound to happen with the girls ? Why can't girls just live freely without fear ? And after all that , every where , every instant , every place , girls are the one to be blamed ? Couldn't it just be that instead of teaching the girls to be in their limits , boys are taught to be in their limits , to respect each n every female . I know m diverting from the topic ... But all this just got me here

>>> I understand...

Yet , after all the suffering , girls are expected to be strong . They are strong ! Strong enough that they are living despite of all this cruelty , they are fighting .

Yes they are... many of them are...

"Burying her face into her lap, she wrapped her hands around her knees, cocooning herself from the unknown, as she waged a few fights of her own. A fight with tears. A fight with fate. A fight with God himself."

The above lines just went straight into my heart n that was enough for me to have tears . Fight ! This is all she has to do now , for her people , for her land , for her jiji n for herself .

But, how will she fight?

Is it really necessary that to become strong one has to suffer ? To live in this world , one has to fight ?

U know what dii , m actually from a village . Right now m living at my nani's place but my home is in a village n I myself have seen the partiality going on between the girls and the boys . If a girl returns home late night after her work or her studies , she definitely is a loose character type . Pardon my language , but this what I actually had heard . Is it really her mistake if she wants to be independent ? N guess what who are the ones blaming the girls , the women themselves ! I mean c'mon weren't you people also the same , haven't these people ever desired to b free or independent, off course they would have , right ? Then why the hell can't they let others live their dreams ?

No it's not fair... but as Sandhya said... this is what happens.. women turn out to be the worst enemy of women!

Ooppss , zyaada bol gayi naa ? 😆 Well , mai hamesha hi zyaada bolti hu 🤣 !

I just looovvveed the chapter dii , it somewhat inspired me , Durga n Heera , they r true inspirations . N all thanks to u for creating such magnificent charaters .

Waiting for next sunday ...

Thank you so so so so much!🤗

Love you

P.S. m again on time 😉 🤣.

OMG are you such a late lateef... that this part has you rolling on the floor😆

unres on pg 15