Originally posted by: gujjupari
I have exams and here I am gushing over how poetic this post is! I can't even! If I fail I blame three people: MaNan and You!
What the! Am I seeing it correctly? Tu Pari hi hai? Eeekkks! I am such a big fan of your write ups girl.
Hold on! Maine kya kia? I am toh ek innocent si, choti si, 17years ki bacchi 😳
I am not very experienced in the matters of love, personally too immature and rational at the same time to believe in it as well. I don't really know how one puts the emotion that is so sacred, so chaste, so consuming destructively and non-destructively, into words that flow endlessly like the Ganges! But you my friend are an exception and such a beautiful one at that!
You guys toh, treat me as if I have fallen in love a thousand times -.- I, too, am inexperienced. 😆 Waiting for my Manik Erm, I too am like you but I believe in love. Not for myself though. I am not meant to be loves. I am way too complex to let anyone ever have the opportunity to see me and love me. But you know, there is this one love story of my neighbor who was like my soul sister that has inspired me the most. It was that story that made me believe in love, its power.
The way you have you described the entire scene from such an analytical point of view (May I ask how many times did you watch the scene 😆) is just jaw-dropping. The way you described the changes in character as one falls and experiences love was just brilliant! Especially the bit about Manik not believing in fireflies, but he believed in her belief!
Will you believe me if I say I saw it twice, first time with my younger brother beside me constantly nagging me of what all I am seeing and second time in my lappy just before making this post 😆. I wrote whatever I saw happening in love, whatever I dreamt will happen in love. That is love for me. Something, which couldn't be deciphered.
Oh. Gawd. Damn! Kill. Me. Know!
The ever consuming flames of love first ignited a spark, causing an attraction that was not ignored, rather fulfilled, pulling the two together. Next the catalyst that fanned the spark, causing both emotional and hormonal havoc, as he re-discovered himself while the she saw past her judgements. And lastly the raging flames that burned yet consumed both. Such flames are bound to be destructive as their paths had been riddled beyond just the actions of these mere months. But as they will emerge from such riddles, together, the fire won't die. The fire can't die. They won't let it die.
Pari is in the house 😎 Hayyee. Mai kya kahun ab?
Let me confess, if love is like this, who wouldn't want to be in love? Gawd damn, I am failing my exams now! Thank You 😆
