Originally posted by: ninand
There isn't any need to make a post on what she said, just like there never isn't a need really for saying what love is..
describing it, is an indulgence, so is expressing it, .. it really cannot be harnessed with words now can it..
..yet when those who know of it ,speak, in their simplicity , is its essence.
I was touched by how she went about defining love, only to come upon him as an example..who else would fit anyway.. he would.and, Shamsher would.
and she is Shamsher's daughter.
felt it like a ghost of an ache deep inside, when she told him , as if telling him a story about himself, that he feels love too, that he knows it, and that he doesn't need to be told.
and he had already told her, that to fall may be her decision, but to help her recover, would be his.
its only these kind of rights that he reserves for himself.. he stands there ,by her, in the shadows. quiet but firm, waiting but without expectations, only ever for her, for whenever she decides that herself' is all what she wants around..
he is so heartbreaking. so already 'hers' , that he doesn't even want to ask anything of her.it feels like Madhu sees the Madhu she was in his eyes, .. in this revenge drama, a part of her left her, but didn't go too far, .. it found him, and all she needs to do , is to look at him and see her own self there.
She transforms into something fluid, and fragile and transcendental when she's with him, like he only enforces her spirit , and herself around her.. makes me feel that once she leaves this bitter daze behind, she will wake up so suddenly to this excruciating need for him to complete something beautiful that she knows they are a part of.
They are just..
