Such is the power of hatred.
It first destroys your mind, then your soul and then there is nothing left in you. Might as well walk to the graveyard and bury one's own self.
Is this story really about a war between two equals? If yes, then there has to be a ceasefire, temporary hi sahee. It cannot go on 24x7.
And trust me, rural India, there are many households were the women are so aggressive that the men are forced to play a second fiddle.. Kakisa and kakasa?
Can we not have "time please" like breaks we used to have in our outdoor games, during the school vacations?
Rudra, be the man you are.
And please shed your massive ego for sometime.
It is not doing any good to you anywhich ways ever since this amazing show has been telecast.
Phew.
My darling? Isnt she the one who makes your heart, beat, bigger than the Jijabai Tower's clock and faster than the Vodafone zoozoo's internet speed ?
Then?
Meri maan : Declare a temporary ceasefire.
Sort out her injury first; both haathkaa and heartkaa!
What's the battle if your opponent is an injured one? Right?
She wont object. You wanna bet?
She surely has a grit of steel but is extremely gentle and peace loving ...but at the end, she has always had to agree to you and your histrionics.. partners in ????
Listen, take her in your gym trained ...well built arms and caress her charred palms with your luscious lips till her pain withers away.
And now don't do this in front of the entire village that has gathered in your kakisa's oops, oops your house.
Your vast one BHK converted into a single room is an ideal location for the jaljalaa leela.
This, once beautiful set of pink palms, today are burnt and mirror a charred soul, destroyed by an unfortunate man, who has lost his sense of love and longing, until she resurrects them in him again...
Get her there, make her sit on your vast bed, hold her palms and look into her eyes. And please, utter the words sorry. As in S O R R Y.
No talking ONLY with eyes please.
If allowed, I know you will converse only via them.
Tell her.
Tell her in so many words, the truth, that you just blew your fuse because you could not see her hurt.. let alone anybody else, you wont allow even her to hurt her own self.
That you know what hurt means, it runs like blood in your veins. That it was not about a win or a defeat anymore.
You are a very very brave man and a true patriot, with a heart of gold, but like your feelings, you have trapped it forcefully (apne dil ko bhi nahi chhoda?) somewhere very deep inside, which you refuses to rescue.
Rudra : my sweetheart. There is no free lunch in this world: real or reel.
And when it comes to women, and as one, I can surely tell you that penance always pays.
This woman of yours: Paro, is a butter cup, may melt if you soften up a bit. Its surely worth a try...
Lemme know if you do..
(NOTE: THIS IS THE FIRST TV SHOW ON INDIAN TV THAT I HAVE GOT HOOKED TO. I DO NOT WATCH ANY OTHER INDIAN SOAPS SO if this hatred saga is regular, then my bad.. my first post as such. The entire forum seemed to have vertically split between hurt and romance and I had this super urge to post. Don't know if this works with all of you, but I had a ball writing it ... anywhich ways.. brickbats/criticism/hugs and everything else and all is welcome )
hiral