Aahana,
In the week I decide to take a break from IF, you pen a SS. However I see that it is a work in progress, and so that distant chatter of people ooing and aaing over your words is only a stone's throw away so that I may add my own voice too.
Chapter oneI love how you accentuate the differences of Gunjan through her past quiet life in Morena against
the city that never sleeps. Skillfully done. That contrast of activity and din against her almost meditation,
just breathe...exhale... Then that continued theme of comparison but a new branch,
towered above the one that she now herself lived in or dwarfed by it. I loved this little girl lost, almost Dorothy over the rainbow ambiance that you set up. Excellently done.
There was no sight of a crescent moon that shone down its luminescent light upon the moss here, nor the appearance of twinkling stars in sight... for miles on ahead all there was, was a jungle... a jungle of concrete before her eyes. Again I loved this branch, the constrast this time of nature and hardness of city life which you unite in
concrete jungle just subtle and skillful penmanship. You also hint at her wholesomeness, that in a city most certainly brimming over in electric lights, she misses that luminescence of star and moon light. Her preference for the earthly over worldly. Finely done.
Then you weave in the theme of distance, those phyiscal distances from the place she grew up in but also that spiritual distance, of affinity with a way of life, beautifully contrasted in a most insightful manner,
the sight of someone on the road meant trouble or possible danger. I loved, JUST LOVED this phrase,
Tell him away Very much inspired.
before she switched off the lights of her room, pulling the covers on her drifting away in a sound dreamless sleep. Then this last line, that antithesis of all those thoughts from before, her acclimation to this city. Nicely done. A wonderful introduction to an endearing characterization, you made us care for her which is quite difficult to do in an instant.
Chapter two.I was interested in that tweaking of SG, as your disclaimer in your first post hinted at, and I am glad to say I loved this detailing of Aditya in Samrat's life. Samrat had this wholesomeness, innocence that couldn't be explained by an upbringing of TV and society, it always seemed odd to me, and which I had decided to create a character in his past, a servant or friend that nurtured these qualities in him, in Aditya you have created a most wondrous means to the ends that is Samrat. Excellently done.
even as he had turned 18 dint have a girlfriend!! Exactly, how could a guy like that not have girlfriend? The enigma that is Samrat. Wonderfully noted and further detailed by you. I loved it.
"Dad...actually, there is this girl..." barely had Samrat said those words did he find himself being crushed in an enormous bear hug from his dad, praying for his dear life as his dad seemed to squeeze it right out of him in his euphoria. 😆😆😆 Just the cutest moment, wonderfully set up comedic moment, the punchline coming in at the perfect moment. I love your funny side, it is well, funny and compliments your soulful side wonderfully well.
Although you say five parts, I am hoping for a very long run, this story is just too enticing, intriguing and has been penned well by you leaving you many avenues to play, work and delve upon. Just hinting not asking, even though I am in the begging position.
With much love, Sabah
Edited by a little faith - 14 years ago