For most of the part, tonight's episode was an extension of yesterday's episode with Padmini trying to convince Sultan to stop Madhu from RK even to the extent of forcibly kidnapping her...What appealed to me here was Sultan not giving in to Padmini's irrational request and yet avowing to her that he will not let any harm come near Madhu...So far I have admired Sultan's character, that of a man sucked into crime world due to circumstances, yet someone with integrity and dignity...
Feeling bad for Padmini as now it will be more difficult for her to convince her daughter to leave RK...As Madhu as begun to relent towards him...and by laying his heart and soul bare to her RK is winning her trust back...so true isn't it that : "Winning her would be like coaxing a butterfly to land on his hand. Patience, gentleness, and perhaps a prayer or two would be required." ( Mary Jo Putney)...
What followed was a complete melt-down of Madhu by she accepting and admitting that she can't she him broken and in pain...
So today instead of a retro tribute for Rishbala's taking a step forward to resurrect their relationship, but a poem by "Elizabeth Barrett Browing"...what could be more befitting to Rishbala than the poem by this poetess whose tumultuous romance with Robert Browing makes a memorable love saga...
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."