Writer-e-khaas,
Our Akbar is one torn man ... and maybe Heera and Akbar are torn apart in this chapter, but that is where the Part 2 starts on how they come back together.
This week my take will be short and I don't even know how to describe it. However, somewhere I felt that every interaction Akbar had was somewhere a reflection of a part of him, and in combination tore him into conflicting pieces.
Did that even make sense? Maybe not, so I will try to clarify with my take. This is all in Akbar's perspectives.
1. The wolves that I hunt with, with their piercing, glassy eyes, were the demons of my own heart and mind that haunt me. They make me aim in all different directions, consider every option. Will I be able to hunt them down or will they hunt me down only time will tell.
2. The hazel eyes of Sahiba - so pure, so clear are a mirror to my own consciense. The way her eyes question me, the way they seek the truth from me, they burn down all the facades that I have used to silence my own conscience. Alas, it may be too late, may be too late for my conscience to ever come clean. Instead, I stand in front of her a different man, a heartless man.
3. But my heart is very much there, beating under the buttons of fate that have enclosed it in its trap. Cha Cha Jaan is that heart, pouring out, unhinged, recognizing my troubed state. His questions of "You're ready to let her go" and his perception of my jealousy as I thought of Sahiba's life with another, made my own heart come out. And out came every reasoning that convinced me to suffocate my heart to submission- that letting her go was the best option. I could silence Cha Cha Jaan but how could I silence my own heart. And so, my heart still weighed heavily.
4. A heart weighed down by my brain and Shehzaade was that brain. A mastermind who recognized my talent and raised me up in life. Now, I wanted to repay him with the price of my heart.
It was this brain that created an escape route for everything my heart wanted. It was this brain that does not view the gifted ladoos as a cherished token but as a gateway to Parnagarh.
5. And I Akbar, am torn between all these facets of me - the demons, the conscience, the heart, and the brain. I am fighting between the black and the color of my life. So far, I have pushed the burst of rainbow behind the stormy clouds. But you know, there may be one ray of hope that the color may come back? And that is ...
our writer-e-khaas! And now I come out of my take. This idea of a take, of metaphors and personification of Akbar's emotions, is an attempt and I am not sure it worked. But hope it captured some of the turmoil of Akbar. When I saw how he hunted with the wolves, I immediately felt it amazingly captured one facet of his turmoil with each twang and the metaphor continued for me as I read the chapter. So much so, I wanted to capture it as my take immediately. So, kudos to your amazing writing.
And now, I am ready for part 2! You already took a vacation. I demand it sooner.
Edited by divyavm - 8 years ago
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