11. Learn to do rangoli dance.
The moment she woke up and saw him next to her, she reached for her dupatta... ah this little flutter of fabric in iss pyaar ko kya naam doon, what was it really.
Dupatta
by DurgaSSarsar karta hawa mein jaise mast magan ud jaaye
Piya ko dekh, sudh budh khoye, man gagan choo jaaye
Baar baar ye saraahe unko, aur kareeb le jaaye
Ek hi jhalak mein pehchane unko, albela, matwala dupatta
Jaate huye ko rokne ke liye, dhoondhe kayee bahaane
Kabhi file, kabhi ghadi ya aur koyi kadi, jis se bhi ho jakad jaaye
Gaadi jaise dost ho iska, baar baar isee se ulajh jaaye
Door na jaana piya se, kehta sharaarti, natkhat dupatta
Piya ke haath se sar par odhli, apna haq jataaye
Yehi hai jeevan sangini kehte, piya ke paas ud jaaye
Kabhi parda, kabhi saadi bankar piya ko yaad dilaye
Anchaahe vivaah mein bhi naache, sayana, prasanna dupatta
Prem ke gulaab khilne lagey, mausam rangbirangi ho jaaye
Na samshay, na sankoch, na koyi rok, haq se haath mein jaaye
Alhad premiyon ko paas laane ka saadhan ye ban jaaye
Sharm se jhuki palkon ko dekh mand mand muskaaye dupatta
Kavach yehi, raksha yehi, sammaan ka hai chinha yehi
Do premiyon ke beech mein judey, prem ka hai bandhan yehi
Apni sangini ke suraksha ka ban jaata hai vachan yehi
Iss prem kahani ka hai ek eham kirdaar ye dupatta
Translation:
Swaying about, swooning, it flies in the air
Watching the beloved, losing senses, the heart touches the sky
Again and again, caresses him, takes one more close
Recognising him in one sight, innocent, drowsy dupatta
To stop someone from going, searches for many excuses
Sometimes file, sometimes watch or some other link, to whichever it can catch on
The car as if, is its friend, gets entangled to it again and again
Don't go away from your beloved, says the prankful, naughty dupatta
From the hands of the beloved, adorned the head with it, displaying its right
She is your life partner, saying so flies away to the beloved
Sometimes as curtain, sometimes as saree, it reminds the beloved
Dances in the unwanted wedding too, is the wise, satisfied dupatta
The roses of love are blooming, the aura becomes colourful
No doubts, no hesitation, nor any halt, with right it goes into the hand
To bring the young lovers close, it becomes the means
Watching the bashful eyelids go downwards, the dupatta gives out a mild smile
It's the shield, the protection, the symbol of respect
It is the bonding of love connecting two lovers
It becomes the promise for protection of his partner
An essential character of this love story is this dupatta
* * *
"Touch of Love"
By
ArshiHamesha
Arnav
and Khushi ,both have been affected by a mere TOUCH of Love. A
butterfly has indeed succeeded in spreading colors in his colorless life
and he can't resist or having fear embracing or touching it either.
That
was a day when after marrying a girl who he thinks has betrayed his
trust and LOVE, he was standing in front of both the families just to
save an unborn life and to save her sister's shaky relationship. Today
both families who went through a lot that night and questioned them for
their unexplainable actions, have not only accepted the relation with
full heart... but also makes him realise the worth of it!!!
Khushi
is the girl whom he just wanted to hate, destroy and punish within six
months contract which was only the intricacy and entangled condition not
only for him but also for her too. The relationship which he claimed
will have no name from his side "patni ka darja nahin doonga"[I
won't accept you my wife]... today he is not even shirking or thinking
of denying any willing and demanding responsibilities towards it and
anything which is associated with it. That shows how this relation is
slowly weakening his defenses against the very same girl and he is
accepting her.He came so far with it. He is the one who on "pag phere"
had left her alone but today Destiny is bringing him to the same doors
with his wife and he has surprisingly no qualms, reluctance or
objection about it!!!
When
he closes the door and turns, there is no annoyance ,no hesitation, no
regret, no questions on why she made that decision without telling him
because Naniji's words had made him see through "yeh bhi to apna ghar chod ke yaahan aayi hai" [After all she came after leaving her home to be with you]...
and the guilt within that he had gratuitously made her go through on
the wedding night and all reels through him... and this is where
his journey begins "guilt and knowing that what she went through"... He is agreed wih all the norms without making a big fuss about it.
Other
side The touch of love is springing colors in her visage too regardless
of pain and hate. Love is blooming in her heart, in her eyes and the
irritating fight which she started is making even her to rest her
defenses.Now she wants him to accept that love which is in his heart and
touch those emotions which he is hiding beneath that Touch!!!
"Reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept I was in love." - Paulo Coelho [Thnx to shara's gift, I read "Zahir"]
The
sweet journey ,where he gets uneasy by extra unseen and unheard
attention and anticipation conveyed through Buaji's phone call, Khushi's
endless and non-stop chatting and singing which he is very much into
that moment. It seems he went back to old times where he used to go for
vacation with his mother and sister to his Naniji's house.His soul is
playing freely and he is liking it being light and free.
They
were recounting and retracing each of their car journeys together so
far in a fun loving way with mild smiles. These shadows of old times
where each time he asked her to leave "get out"
when he couldn't handle the effect and seeping love of her in his
armored shell which some how she had the key not only to open it but
also had a courage to live in it too.
The
moment He tries the same to throw her out, she entangles him in his own
web, then a realization wears the cloak of acceptance. Today he proves
it to her and made her belief stronger than ever, things are changing
and you are here to stay for forever, each time you will try to "step out" of this relation without a fight or complaint... i'll "hold you back"... He is losing all the reasons against this lost battle. His gestures made her ecstatic "This sweet journey with you with all of your attention is must to keep" All he was showing her his surrender against her Love, "Fadak padta hai...pyar se, mohabbat se, Ishq se"... She wants him to embrace it and he wants that from her too.
Since
first time till now this was the most sweetest journey ever. Lets go
back to the beginning of this journey where the first thing that Khushi
had seen of this man behind the mask of ASR, was his love for plants.
The day when she had come to give him the files at RM first time in his
presence... That was her first glimpse of Arnav and she has always
respected that "virtue" of his and that was the first thing she did by "selling her bangles to buy him plants on Lavanya's behalf"... a selfless and an innocent act which got the desired and deep effect on him that day...
Here
is Anjali's words which are seeping in her "aap khulke pyar karaingi to
Chotey apne saamne eik deewar khadi kar lainge... aap ko unke hi
tareeke se pyar jatana hoga" [If u will show your love openly, Chote
will stand a wall in between... u have to make him the touch of Love in
his own way] - Khushi never took notice of the words before when Anjali
gave a glimpse of Arnav and showed her the window to look at him at
different angle, but that's what happened today, unintentionally a small
gesture of her love according to his way which touched him, made him
feel cared, loved, felt and above all needed and center of her
attention. He reflects All that gratitude through eyes... by resting
his defenses again... The touch which made both shaky the day one in
Sheesh Mahal is shaping their heart to feel it, to indulge in it and to
set free themselves to embrace it.
"There's
not a single passing day that I don't think of you. In my heart you
will forever stay as long as you love me too." Unknown
Mother's
blessings in different ways, from all across is ready to embrace his
visage to embrace his freedom to Love and to be Loved and above all to
embrace the PURITY of it through his Khushi for his Khushi.
Indeed... "Never touch a butterfly's wings with your finger" A H A R M O N Y A T L A S T
by
HORIZON
He coerced her into a marriage with the
only rationale of his conscious mind being making her unobtainable to
Shyam so that the latter has no choice but to stick with his wife,
Anjali. His feigned attempts to shun her physically and emotionally
lingered for a while... but it didn't last long... thanks to his over
inquisitive family... he was extricated from that predicament. She had to
be brought in... into his vicinity. The girl resorted to her inherent
theatrics in a hope to frustrate Arnavji to the core so that he would
spill the beans.
Her deliberately vexatious regressive name
calling... her attempts to turn his drab interior into a tinsel town...
to dab him in the colors of her religious beliefs, her caper with his
food...all boomeranged and only bestowed them with few more titillating
moments. The festival of colors... an eternal love saga on the
stage...both of which wouldn't even have been part of his prior panorama
..but now ended up compelling him to concede his inner most secrets! He
never expected her to follow any wifely responsibilities.. when she
tried to overplay that, the only thing he could mutter was "damn the
kartavya".. ... you are my wife.. mine.. just be by my side... that's
all what I have married you for... he seemed to say..
He couldn't help but fall a bit more for
her for every prank she played.. every ploy she crafted. The amplitude
of her intended annoyance couldn't cross over the threshold and thaw his
inside freeze but she only made further inroads into his heart. Near
and farther.. love or hate..some where he accepted her presence is
cardinal for him!
For most mortal humans, love and
selfishness always seem to coexist. Isn't love an extremely selfish
emotional dependency on something/someone? That way asr always was very
human. Ever since she fell in his arms as if from heavens, the
coordinates of his constellations have changed radically, permanently.
She became the center of his universe.. his thoughts and actions orbited
around her... he couldn't get her out of his system. He may have brought
her into his life theorizing her to be a home wrecker, he may not have
come to grips with his anger... his hurt... that clogged his judgment. But
after all these days, there seems a consensus that her presence around
him is his vital force... love, hate, walk, sleep, breath,
exist... every action or lack of it of his echoed that... and he seemed
to reach that tranquility... a peace of mind that she is with him!
As they entered the Gupta household, a
colorful rangoli welcomed them. Rangoli traditionally is believed to
symbolize acceptance and coexistence among different life forms... a small
step towards achieving natural synchrony. As ASR and Khushi cross the
rangoli, they seem to long to find that elusive synchrony in their love
life. It may still be a while to achieve that. But for now, love her or
hate her.. she belonged to him...and only to him..amidst all the pain,
hurt and hate... a fact that he could be in harmony with!
IPK banner credit Risha_ipkknd, Rules poster and Roses edit by ArshiHamesha, dupatta edit by indi52
comment:
p_commentcount