Disappointed with Sajan - Reminder page 7 - Page 5

For me it has been always about 'closeness' which Jess' vm on 'distance' once again highlighted for me...Mayank wasn't missing his 'wife' nor the comfort of 'touch', he was missing closeness to his soul's companion.

Touched by MayUr.

Nupur drenched by golden emotions that brim over into her wishful words and torrential actions. Mayank guarded by his white Haya whose intensity saturated all his intentions and their consequences.

Nupur freely flowing, touched by much and touching everything. For when Mayank comes to her rescue at the talent parade, she wraps her arm around his in a sincere response to his support. Mayank reserved by boundaries backs away from even mild intrusions upon forbidden. For when they play along to 'Ladki kyun...Taan Ke Apna Seena...." he backs away in awkwardness.

Destiny brings them physically close through fights and frequent falls! Lighting up niches in Mayank's heart that were forever forsaken and forlorn! For Nupur, lighting up Mayank himself as the possibility piercing past her heart's plausible expectations.

She seeks his support time and again cementing each brick of friendship with the alliance of touch! From that fear driven hug lost in the jungle, to that pillow of comfort sought in his palm and that handshake of truce.

His heart relents in Ahmedabad, and pulls her close desiring destruction of all empty space until it traces out what Mayank's mind would never allow, that banishing of futile distance; that all loving embrace!

Mayank enchanted by her opposing force, craves to be near her opposite traits, as close as his heart has become attached! Nupur aware of diminishing distances, removes her herself from his grasp, for finally her touch carries the weight of meaningful depth.

How wonderfully apt every lyric of mere haath mein...Then those first flutterings, first feelings of fervent fingers in search of belonging, so that even the grooves of their fingers fit!

Mayank routes out his journey in love...from the forefront of her mind where those hatke thoughts ignite, past her boli se aankhen windows to her innocent suffused vim, down the slope of her nose where her fleeting anger rests to the opening of her mouth where those irrepressible words of love find freedom....then further to her jugular vein to become closer still...close to what is vital yet most vulnerable!

MayUr has never been about personal gratification but about nearness to your beloved, for every iota of distance destroyed, our souls yearn for 'closer still...'

For each iota of distance is like the length to the some unknown star!

However for me, Sajan's closeness is different...as my post in you thread, which I will just add to remind you...again skip ahead,....

Touched by SaJan

I loved the manner in which MJHT creators brought out the subtle elements of touch.

In this modern 'touchy - feely' culture to be reserved in your gestures is seen as old fashioned. However I contend that in the restrained actions of our predecessors you will find mountains of sincere love whereas comparatively today our incessant touches, kisses and hugs are characterised by solemnness which leave you with an empty strangeness. We have managed to gain a loss.

Once upon a time there was a girl called Gunjan, touched by life but unable to touch except those who she had done so since birth. There also lived a boy called Samrat, playing, teasing, squeezing life and friends alike but never touched, even by those who had known him his entire life. She had many boundaries but an open heart; he had no boundaries except the alienation from his own heart.

The first time he touched her, she was blindfolded, heightening her sense of touch, she was overwhelmed and drowning in strange unknown feelings. She had never before swan in such depth of sensations. He was destined to save her from herself, that first penetrating look past the borders of her soul. He would not have been able to reach her otherwise.

'Access All Areas' Samrat grants Gunjan freedom to know him 'closer'. Repulsed by his open dishonesty, she numbs herself from his charmed touch. Girls falling over themselves to smell his presence, he is intrigued by her difference. He 'causes' her to invade his personal space, by playing with her pen.

Then The Defining Moment of this phase; he forces himself into her personal space violating the ordered organisation of the world of her books. Samrat learns that fate has forsaken him; despite the closeness of their fingers upon that basketball he is unable to move closer to her inner core; she stands her ground, maintaining her indignant defence.

"Mein tumai chuna nahin chaata tha, matlab chuu sachta ho..." (Really? Nave boy-Destiny has a way of teaching you!)

He slides towards their impending collision, she assumes the foetal position; he persists in his invitation to invade his kingdom through inquisition, she resists being touched by either his hand or heart. He mounts a bold attack, invading the privacy of her bedroom. Once again he 'causes' her to invade his personal space, by playing with her scarf.

Then The Defining Moment of the next phase; she spies an interesting light within his soul and hesitantly reduces her resistance. The fragrance of his sweet gestures effortlessly breeze through her. He had touched her heart letting open the barriers to her hand. However it is as much as he had earned; he was still denied further intimacy. Unfortunately his fortunes falter; the moment she calls in the locksmiths again "Tume Koi baat chuti nahin!"

Nothing is able to scour those reinforced walls except the fragrance of the selfless concern of sincere friendship. Note the difference in her demeanour; her resisting heart whilst practicing the dance and on Valentine's Night, her heart in full moon reflecting Samrat's light. Her heart reflects his open playfulness on Holi too.

Then the intensifying of the closeness of their hugs; the physical expression of their magnetic hearts. I love the many meanings of those two dances, the one which Samrat gifts to Gunjan in her bedroom and the other Gunjan gifts to herself on stage. Samrat untypical keeps his physical distance, not knowing that the closeness of Gunjan's heart is ready for the rest of her to follow suit. Then that court hug. Gunjan uncharacteristically overrides her inner guards, not knowing that Samrat's heart is hiding precious treasure from her.

When finally their lips declare ownership of their souls, their hearts, their very being to the other; the close intimacy of the intimate nature of that final enveloping hug.

The defining moment of the last phase; touching of their fingers upon that fish bowl.

The symmetry of this scene with the first defining moment. The paradox of Gunjan's reactions. The timid and bashful Gunjan standing her ground in the first instance whereas in the second instance, free and valiant Gunjan runs for shelter, seeking protection. In the first she returns his stare; in the second, the windows to her soul, turn away. In the first Gunjan's heart cocooned from Samrat's inquiring stare whereas in the second her open heart is vulnerable to invasion of her secrets unknown even to herself.

I love the symbolism of the basketball and fish bowl, representing their combined world; the state of their revolving heart. One obscure, hard and full of empty air. The other transparent, fragile and full of the essential element of life; water. As a metaphor for life itself it now includes two extra heartbeats.

Echoing Samrat's interlocking of fingers, signifying their unbreakable friendship to Sheena; when she places her hand in Samrat's, signifying that there are no more physical boundaries to touch since they have already broken the greater intimacy of their respective hearts.