Yesterday was all Nandini's show. Today's was Manik. Sum total of this week is - Maisy turning back in to the gushing, squealing, dreaming, fangirl again
I love, love, love the way Nandini is never shy from expressing. She expresses her love. She expresses her care. She expresses her shyness as well. And she expresses her rage, by God she expresses her rage. I am in awe of the way how so many of Nandini's sides were shown to us yesterday, building up from the day before. Her stubborn streak when she slammed the door behind her and left Manik fuming in anger. Her fearless concern when she decided to follow Manik and sort things out to her. Her bluntness when she exercised her right to spell out all of Manik's issues to her. Her sensibility when she stopped Manik from saying things he would've later regretted. Her maturity when she didn't ghumao phirao the thing and said it wide and clear that had the knot come undone things would've spiraled out of control. Her perception when she said that the two of them have always been extreme. Her sense of handling things when she explained what she wanted from them at the moment. Her playfulness when she continued to tickle Manik. Her carefree-ness when she laughed alongside Mukti at Abhi's antics. Her ability to not always go with the flow and take it slow. Her instinctive care for her friends. Her unwavering support for them. Her selfless strength which she always gives. Her truthful assurance that she's always there. Her wise nature when she declared that she wouldn't judge. Her restless love for Manik. I saw so much of her and she made me love all of it..
And then there's Manik. The silent storm and the roaring rage. The proven Gadha and the ultimate wise guy. The friend, the lover, the kid, the mature one, the enemy, the human. The lonely child, the reluctant adult, and today finally..the happy teenager. I honestly can't express the joy I felt today, seeing Manik like that. His purely instinctive protective dash towards Nandini. The need to hold her safe in his arms. The mad anger for Harshad. The absolute and must deed of giving it back to him there and then. WIthout holding back, telling him the complete reason as to why was he being subjected to that pain. Then his wish to be alone. His silent gesture of making her sit beside him because he can always sense her. The way he hid things then told them all. The way he complained and got scolded. That way he took a chance and got busted. The way the simplest of thing took him moments to register (and the way she patiently waited for it to happen). The way he, the brave heart, tried to be the coward. The way he, the courageous, looked for ways to avoid giving out the real truth. The way he's happy, in his own mad, complicated, utterly confusing life...the way he's finally happy.
I just..can't. I can't explain all my feels.