I intentionally gave Raghav's name along with Pallavi for this post. As you read on you might realize why.
Love is weird. It is an inexplicable concept. It cannot be enforced neither defined by practical points or testimonial theories. Someone had very aptly said
Reason is powerless in the expression of love...
And as cheesy and cliched it might sound, I wholeheartedly believe it is true. We simply cannot sit down analyse and find out every single reason for every act done out of love. They also say
Everything is fair in love and war...
But I think it was never meant for the people suffering its consequences. It is meant and can only be applicable for the person who are in love. Everything can be reasonably justified for the person who is in love. But of course as a third party or even the one for whom the acts are being done might look at them as an act borne out of insanity or obsession.
But the point stands is that circumstantial evidences or even testimonials of History put together cannot completely give a valid reason for love.
Now you all might be thinking why am I ranting about love here. Don't worry it is not a psychological therapy session. I was thinking about today's episode. Many people have argued and I myself had believed for sometime that why would burning Raghav's photo prove anything about Pallavi not loving him or such. That has a very logical reason of not bothering about the act
For Pallavi Deshmukh, Raghav Rao had been many things - an enemy, an acquaintance, a friend and even the person whom she had hated for a long time. But for Pallavi Raghav Rao, he was her lover, her husband, the man she had entwined her soul with. For her, every single piece which belongs to him or has any resemblance to him carries his essence. Pallavi is in love. She cannot dissociate between the living and the inanimate when it comes to Raghav.
And isn't that the universal truth. We have all considered that, even felt that in some point of our life. The inanimate objects which have surrounded our loved ones have held special meaning to us. Photo frames, books, old toys, ragged shirts etc etc. One can soundly argue that, that photo does not contain any significance.
It is after all a photo, not the person himself. And even that photo lacks any memory associated with it. It has not been clicked by a loved one, it is not that he is showing any sort of genuine emotion on the photo. It is a very impersonal picture.
What does it matter?
To us it doesn't. But to Pallavi it does! And there lies the crux of the situation. For her, that photo is of the person she has decided to devote her life to. Burning it for her would be extremely painful not because Raghav would mind or that her love would be undermined but because in her mind, in her heart she will see the flames licking over him. The inanimate which is inconsequential for everyone, for Pallavi it would mean she would put fire to Raghav himself.
It is inexplicable. Ridiculous. Delusional. Illogical.
But so is love. All the words above mentioned and a bit more. Love plays with our minds, eats up our soul, tethers us to mortal people and lifeless objects, makes us do ludicrous and horrific things, and yet... still if given the slightest chance we will all fall in love over and over again.
-- Anouska
(This is the real spelling of my name you know! 😂)