The precap..

..huh.. the precap.. I couldnt take Madhu's anguish , her helplessness, the choking she must feel inside..

at some point, she will want to cry, with no heed to anyone, and no screams, and no violence inside or out, only so she could feel her entire being is still together. the room would strangle the memories within, as the man demonstrates to her every second, how who she fell in love with was only a figment of her imagination..

and that imagination, of love, in the simple security, and calm it offered, in its dying wake would try in its last flailing attempts, to preserve something inside.. and all she knows now, subconsciously of peace, however contradictory it may sound, is the pulse of another broken heart..

I wish it is a dream they both see.. the dark night, laden with rain, and the music from the dancing flame of the lighter, and both, who have no knowledge of anything but a crumbling inside..

the imminent rain, did make me feel again this mirage, ..the precap is haunting and beautiful in how it may only be a dream.. I feel so deep, for them , both.

(umm.. in case there's any confusion , I am talking about Sultan and Madhu here :) )