Blast from the Past Thread #25 ** Abducted Dreams ** p 129, ep 257 - Page 77

What I see is a girl in love. Who wants nothing else. No one else but the man she loves dearly and deeply.

Murphy's law states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Your wallet is empty. Your cab arrives late. You get stuck in a traffic jam. You left your phone at home. And all you want to do is reach the airport on time to stop the person you love the most in the world from leaving. Happens in asli duniya, happened to Khushi as well. she can't enter inside. He isn't picking her calls. How helpless she must be!

A whimsical gust of wind blew and the one trying to run away knew she was there. The same wind made her turn around so that her starving eyes could get a glimpse of the man she wanted to find. A minute movement of the left muscle near his lips and you know there was a smile. His heart had leapt in joy to see her come. To see her care. Their eyes met. The camera movements managed to give us an illusion of nearness and of distance. She stared. He was within reach yet so far.

He turned and continued to walk away. She called. He could not bring himself not to answer her call. She needed him to listen to her once. At least once. Just this once. But she uttered the unmentionable name and his fury returned in full force. He cut the call. And strode in the opposite direction from his wife. She stood lifeless. Her fingers reaching out, curled across the glass door. Something brittle yet strong about glass. A barrier between the star crossed lovers. The life slowly slipping away away from her with each step he took that made him more and more unreachable to her. Maybe it was because of this intense agony that her face seemed a little inert. Too much to feel inside. Numb on the outside. Comprehending, processing too complex at the moment. Pain constricting her every breadth...

A slightly abrupt cut of scene. She stood with her eyes lowered and suddenly he was right there before her. "Tumne mujhe jane nai diya". The truth. He could not leave her in the broken state that she was in. A keen sixth sense of perhaps the impending doom which is why she stood tensed. Disoriented and cut off from the surrounding. She had laid her faith on a vicious man doing a right thing. There was gain in this for him so she hoped he would get there. Her last resort to get Arnavji to believe her.

Too distraught to care that she was getting pushed by the approaching crowd. But he did. She should not get harmed. Once he started he never could stop being protective of her. He moved closer and framed her with his strong arms on each side. No one else could cause her trouble except he himself. Was that not a tell tale sign of love?

They stood silently staring at each other. The world forgotten. Just two people in love and the certainty of time slipping by. Could he not see the sincerity in her despairing eyes? Tender piano notes chimed in. She tries to stop him. But he is harsh today. Has to be if he wants to remain detached. The last flight announcement has been made. Her time is up. A sense of urgency. He stopped . He wanted her to prove her innocence. Wished it badly. "Kahin ek hope thi ki shayad tum galat nai ho." . He longs for that. But is hurt too many times to take a leap of faith in love again.

Beseeching for him to believe her. Each second my heart clenches and shrinks further. Coiling biting pain like I am seeing someone dear leave. Like I am seeing someone equally dear powerless to hold on to her life. She lost her last chance. "Gotta go now".. When will we hear that accent again? His voice thick with anger. Yet his face seems immobile just like his heart. Everything held in control today. The eyes cant lie though. Windows to his soul they show the torment. She puts her hand on his shoulder. I like this display of right over him just like how moments before she had wretched out the ticket from his grasp.

He jerks her hand away. Why is it important for you to prove your innocence? "kyu tumhe itna farak parta hai"? If he could think clearly in this moment what would he have hoped to hear? "Kyu farak parta hai? Baat aapki hai isliye farak parta hai.. Kisi aur ki hoti toh nai parta.. Agar aap hi aise chale jayenge toh hum saans hi nai le payenge..." Beautiful confession of an everlasting emotion.. She served her heart and all that love on a silver platter to him. Isn't this what he longed to hear. That he was important. He was the center of her universe really. She could not live without him. His wretched eyes know this, his expressions melt and yet he moves away. She reached out and placed her hand in his. "mat jayiye", whimpered his wife. Another valiant effort washed away. He pries away his hand while two girls, one on screen and one off, sob their heart out. It really feels like the last embers of life were slowly leaving her body. It is getting increasingly difficult to watch now. Painful to breath. How will the girl bear this? He gave her a chance and now he really is leaving.

Truthfully, as he strides away, it is not that much the acting today or the general cinematography which did not enhance the features of the actors, but the premise. The crossroad where they are parting ways today. The deluge of memories as they engulf him overwhelm me too. The tenderest unforgettable moments of love that they created for us and each other. One year and two characters who became indispensable to each other and us. I wish there was a magic spell I could cast to suck the sadness and shower them with everlasting happiness. But for now we have to watch them destroy themselves in acute wretched suffering.

He remembers an angelic voice saying "jab bhi aap humare paas aate hai humari dil ki dhakne tez ho jati hai". If only he knew how her heart beat when he came near.. dhak dhak dhak.. He remembers the girl fast asleep holding onto his tshirt. Trusting him enough to be herself around him. "jab jo bura kiya uska koi matlab nai, jab jo buara kaha uska koi matlab nai, is pyar mein sahi galat ka koi matlab ni bas ek chiz ka matlab hai..ki main ..hamesha..hamesha tumse.." . He remembers the impromptu lines he delivered as Ranjha. Where had the words come from since no one gave him what to say.. He has to realize today.. Why does he feel this way. Something exhulting in this love story. You feel it in the happy moments and you also live it in the sad ones. "kyu Khushi se dur jane mein itni takleef ho ri hai?" What his di had told him many many days ago has never been truer. Going away from Khushi is like moving away from life. Death is preferable to separation from her. Again that smile on his features. A split second of happiness. Alas he did turn, but an ominous hand stops him. She stares at the plane flying overhead, we are told he is not in it. It is going to be very lonely without him. But he had smiled slightly before leaving us.