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Posted: 10 years ago

#121

from crooner 1.22: wait until spring, page 5, talking to jakhushi about remarriage. it was independence day.

Originally posted by jakhushi

Pran jaye parr bacchan na Jaye... Aaj toh main update karr ke rahuingi😛

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It's ironic...as we celebrate another Independence Day, we see another day where we cannot break free of the shackles of norms.

"Where the mind is without fear ... And the head is held high

into that heaven of Freedom my father..."... Let our hearts awake.

I always wanted the remarriage because Khushi wanted it. But I wonder if it was really needed with the accusations thrown at both of them.

I know tomorrow I will be a happy caper because i expect nice scenes will come up and I will focus on the characters and not bother about the pseudo shot at "Nayi Soch".

khushi,
wonderfully said. you can imagine my consternation since i didn't even see the need for remarriage. once you have accepted each other before god and fire, that in itself is sacred. you want to legalise it with a registered wedding, frankly holds more meaning and sense, but again before god and fire? i had hoped they would show that growth in khushi's character. but in case khushi couldn't come to terms with it and arnav decided to make a recommitment to make her happy, that would be one thing.
this makes me uneasy.

and then for every member of the family to say this is not a marriage and question khushi's upbringing and character? one thing for an elder to be worried about the circumstancs of their wedding and suggest a "proper" one for the sake of the couple as well as their own need for such things. but treat her like this in the sitting room, call her aunt, insult her moral sense? really? this is a sign of our superior culture?

favourite poem, good day to remember it.

chitto jetha bhoyshunno, uccho jetha sheer
gyan jetha mukto, jetha griher prachir
...
jetha tuchho acharer morubalu rashi
bicharer srotohpoth phele nai grashi

where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
where knowledge is free
...
where the clear stream of reason has not
lost its way in the dreary desert sand of dead habit

as you say, tomorrow is another day, and i too will forget all this as arnav and khushi look into each others eyes.

jai hind.

into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake.

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indi52

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Posted: 10 years ago

#122

crooner 1.22 wait until spring, page five on hum bhi aap se...

good morning, everybody

"hum bhi aap se i love you dammit!"

very cute from khushi.

just one thing, had a crucial word missing. that.

he had said: that i love you dammit.

to her question: if pheres, wedding rituals nothing means a thing, toh aap hi bataiye humey kis cheez ka matlab hai.

his reply, that i love you. dammit, that's the cheez that has matlab for him.

again by agreeing to remarry his wife, he proved it. because he did it for her, knowing how much it mattered to her.

we don't love or honour or respect through rituals, for that you need the courage of feelings. and the ability to examine our ideas, adjust a bit if need be, broaden our thoughts to make someone we love happy, comfortable. i wish someone would do that for this man who has been surprising us for a while with the extent to which he is willing to go for the woman he loves.

khushi has done much for him too. risked her own life and played a deadly game with a terrible enemy to save him. she has forgiven him without asking for a single explanation. always thought of his and his sister's happiness before hers and she loves him no doubt as much as he loves her. which is why i do hope khushi will understand his gesture for what it is and know really what was the meaning of that night at the temple. she has the potential in her, just as arnav always had the potential to be loving and gentle and a person of dil.

post on an fb page on the wedding

two beautiful people, caught in a terribly difficult moment. allegations of the most unkind and ugly sort flying about. a young man stands questioning the norms of an entire society. unafraid, extremely sure of what he says, not likely to change his stance... and then he looks into a pair of eyes, a down cast face, and takes a decision that will once and for all stop all talk regarding the one he loves. he doesn't do it for the rasam and vidhi and all the social norms he really doesn't believe in. he does it for what he does believe in... his love. his love for his beautiful wife. in that moment he is husband ti her once again, no question really. and no wonder then, she walks back to him before everyone and stands looking down shyly, and tells him in her way, she loved him no matter what, dammit.

such an extraordinary moment between two lovers. he will marry his wife again, so no one can cast aspersions on her, he will even take a step down from the stance he has taken... for the sake of her status, her place in his home... this is arnav singh raizada, who listens to nobody but himself... but did he just teach us something priceless about loving by listening to his lover's eyes? oh i just love this love story... swoon.

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indi52

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Posted: 10 years ago

#123

from crooner 1.22: wait until spring, page 6 talking to omoraboti... i was obviously very upset with the whole rejection of arnav s and the hue and cry about rituals.

good morning, omoraboti

wait for spring, priya writes. i don't fully understand what she means, but yesterday i felt a chill in my heart and if winter has come, hopefully spring is not far behind.

when you call yourself someone's patni, it means something. i was amazed at the lack of exploration of that. in my head, he is still waiting in the room and she will come to him in pride, in understanding, with full huq. i will keep that dream alive. because somewhere, some day it will surely happen.

marriage is indeed not a thing to be played with, if you accept its tenets that is. either you say this is a contract and when that's over it's over, this is no marriage. or you accept your heart's verdict and say this indeed is my marriage and it is all i need to claim the word patni. third scenario, you accept your heart's desire and say to the man you love you need a certain kind of marriage to feel it's right and feel you are indeed his patni. maybe there are other valid scenarios. and they are each right in their own place.

but yesterday something felt wrong. in my heart.

it is a problem of the channel and a fairly weak production house.

i was shocked to find how much this means to me. maybe because i am an independent sort of person and i know it comes at a cost. but i will bear that every time. independent doesn't mean either good or bad. it is what it is. and when it is lost there is a funny ache that lingers.

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indi52

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Posted: 10 years ago

#124

from crooner 1.23: misty reflections, page 3 hum bhi aap se and after that, an episode take

oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

i fall upon the thorns of life! i bleed!

a heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed

one too much like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

~ ~ ~ percy bysshe shelley/ode to the west wind ~ ~ ~

the mists of time, the reflections of the moment, and a few most important things in your now pointed now mellifluous crooner, priya. i know you're sort of busy and not really getting into many things at present in your writing, but it was still thought provoking and beautiful.

i to have extreme discomfort and disagreement with portraying their marriage as aviadh, etc. mantras were played, there was fire, god, sindoor, mangalsutra, a man and a woman joined by an emotion that was beyond time. where was the najayas? loved the liberty versus folly warning. time it was made clear there was nothing invalid about that night. they are pati and patni. she half his reflection, he half hers.

now khushi has the key to his inner world, the fog is clearing a bit for her. the man she never could figure out, "aap aise kyon hai," is coming out of the mists, she knows why there's frost in his eyes. as i read your analysis of khushi's crossing of the bridge, from perplexity to understanding i was thinking, this is what love really rests on, doesn't it. first you connect, you don't know why, you adhere, you want, you desire, yet you don't know why, you just sense it. time passes, the feeling sinks in deeper, you see beyond the outside, you get into the person. you see things that no one needs to point out any more. you see what others don't. you become each other's part, a little you seeps into the i, and anything that happens to you can't not happen to me. the brahmo wedding vows apparently include, "may your heart be mine and may my heart be yours," in love isn't that what happens?

day before's episode had disturbed me, at many levels it was not iss pyaar ko i sensed. but at an essential place it was.

"hum bhi aapse i love you dammit." perhaps all of two minutes of the episode, yet it said to me there is hope. pandora's box had opened, all the woes of the world had come screaming out, the banshee had pronounced bane. this marriage was no marriage. and as its natural ally came allegation, insult, utter calumny. this woman had no character, she was not fit to be welcomed into the family, she was in an "avaidh" relationship.

he did all he could to erase the hurt from her eyes, the stigma from tradition bound minds. he agreed to do whatever was required to make things kosher, even marry his wife once again. he knew how much she wanted that, and he listened to his heart, even though his mind rebuked such thinking, had renounced it in a moment still behind the pall of mist and mayhem.

as she left, an emptiness filled his eyes. then she was back, with a shy sweet smile and seven little words. words that walked through the air between them and touched his body, entered his heart, lit up his eyes. khushi, the quiet, the accepting, the one who didn't say a word when every bit of her person was questioned and maligned, finally opened her mouth and said what she believed had to be. she couldn't leave him feeling lost, lonely, dejected. she couldn't leave till he knew she had crossed the bridge, and she would say it before all if need be.

the last thing in pandora's box was a thing called hope. it was here.

yesterday, the conniving of a truly crass manipulator continued. had the delivery been more nuanced, we might have actually been engrossed in the terror such people exude. unfortunately, it was just irksome. till a fine actor entered the fray and took me to the heart of ipk again, buaji. between khushi's terrified one moment, affronted the next expressions and buaji's lioness defence of her bhatiji, her principles and her way of life, all kektaness lost impact.

garimaji returned home and in one look on her face she established all the horrors of the past. not a word was spoken, yet a terrible time came and sat next to you. you wondered what it would do to the lovers you can't bear to watch in pain.

then returned the man who had heard those seven words. tameless, swift, proud. and not all the heavy weight of hours would keep him from what was his in this moment. perhaps his dadi had succeeded once before in this game. but not this time. again the son would set right a sin of the past and move a step further along his destiny.

every frame of arnav and khushi was like a perfectly cut and polished stone. one could reflect on them for days. so much was said and felt with such economy of word and gesture. the clarity and colour held you still.

hume koi taklif nahi hui hai, said the girl with the burning weal on her cheek. she only feels taklif when he is in pain, then she doesn't keep quiet. not any longer. no buaji, arnavji is not like that! horrified that he is being compared to that arrogant woman with a vile tongue sharper and more deadly than the knife in her hand. no he's nothing like that, his gussa is but a mask to hide an ocean of hurt. khushi saying this about her shaitan, her beloved shaitan, did funny things to my heart. for centuries the girls of our world have been asked to be quiet, be less, or begone. when a woman learns to get beyond that, however fictional she may be, something in me dances. those seven words have released khushi, darti hai par karti hai, may be losing her darr. two more days of contract, maybe we'll see something we didn't expect too? shoo, pandora, down.

he walked straight into buaji's house and asked to see his wife. brooking no argument, he strode into her room; the games with nani, the staying away from his reflection, the pressures of things he didn't believe him driving him to the edge of his famous anger. when he saw the mark on her face, first concern then again that temper.

but i don't get it. sab itni choti si baat ka itna bada issue kyon bana rahe hain. in fact, tum bhi-
forget it! tumhe chahiye na... let's do it. karke khatam karte hain.

did i see an expression on khushi's face at these words i hadn't seen before? wishful thinking, likely. chhoti si baat. that's what it is to him, and that's what it will possibly always be. that's why he is so damn precious.

buaji mujhe yeh pata nahin hai ki sab itni chhoti si baat ka itna bada issue kyon bana rahen hain. so mujhe khushi ke saath phere lekar yeh bas yehin khatam karni hai.

came like the wind, left rumbling and raging, especially after realising a visitor had dropped by. but with a beautiful promise, the one he carries inside which someone standing at the door with tears in her eyes can always clearly see. saat shabd, not saat phere, stupid.

mein kal aaoonga aapki beti ka haath mangne... taiyaar rahiyega.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ thinking on and some more ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

like day before, again at the end of the episode shone its finest moments . arnav singh raizada stood looking at his own reflection by his favourite poolside window and thought about the girl who had been slapped by her mother and who gave her that right willingly acknowledging her gift of a mother to one who had just lot hers.

memories of the night of their wedding flashed back, he's telling her she must marry him, she is astounded, he's dragging her up the temple steps, the mangalsutra and sindoor, the fire, the darkness the anger passion and tears of helplessness, he's throwing her out of his bedroom on to the poolside to spend the night on a cold hard floor, a girl of twenty and a bit in her wedding finery. she's taking care of him through the night. she's running with him trying to save him from his captors. he's about to run her over and a last minute swerve. he's battling shyam's goons, she's rushing in to protect him. and she's falling, falling backward off the cliff's edge.

i remembered the ten odd moments from their lives that went through his mind as he'd seen her disappear beyond the edge that day. it ended with him putting a streak of abandoned vermillion across the parting in her hair. avaidh marriage that united them in the holiest union. never far from the heart or their thoughts. how could such a marriage be wrong? or less in any way? yesterday i did fancy i saw in khushi's eyes a recognition of his belief that they indeed were husband and wife, no further ritual required.

and here before his own visage, as he looked into his own eyes his sense of right and wrong focussed and said to him his actions had deeply hurt the one he loved most. conscience has a way of getting its point across. that is of course, if you have been acquainted with it in the first place.

way back on a rainy day he had made her stand out in the open for hours. then, when he didn't understand why she got under his skin. when he was doing everything he could to deny her silken, shimmering pull that whispered promises of things he'd never imagined. that day, i'd seen his first talk with his inner moral code. he'd asked himself leaning against his famous suv, getting drenched, tortured voice: why is it that for the first time i feel i've what i am doing isn't right?

today he faced himself fair and square and acknowledged that his actions were not correct. he understood he'd hurt her beyond endurance, and yet there she was with her love and her sweet little dammit. maine khushi ko kitna tang kiya. uski life ki har ek dukh ka reason mein hi hoon. aaj jab kissi ne us par hath uthaya tab bhi main us par naraaz hua.

again this incredible man grew in depth and character and reminded me what a piece of work indeed was man.

the thorns of life are arraying all around, in shrill reminders from the past, in a stricken look on garimaji's face, in a spectre slithering across shadows inside his home. but didn't i see a glimmer of a smile on khushi's mother's face when he said he'll be there at ten with the shagun, the first step in taking her back home to him? he may fall, he may bleed, but they will be lifted out of the reach of those spikes surely. mothers know that's why they smile.

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indi52

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Posted: 10 years ago

#125

from crooner 1.24: twin flames, page 43, about the apology and more.

priya,

lovely passionate crooner. so glad to see your update. was waiting as you know. there were beautiful thoughts and dialogues and moments across last week.

i loved asr's apology and felt him there all the way. if he is a man capable of terrible wrong, he is also capable of terrific right. what's more he is rare in that he can introspect, realise his mistake and boldly apologise. he didn't do it to make khushi feel good alone, he did it because he knows it is important to own up to one's mistakes, his individualistic, upright, honourable soul wouldn't have it otherwise.

in one of the earliest crooners that got me, you compared him to howard roark. you were right. later you quoted roark telling dominique how he would like her to be with him. there was power and beauty their and just plain raw honesty.

asr and khushi's relationship and story have incredible power and beauty. this relationship is capable of astounding honesty too. i love these two characters, have never met such people in a long time, certainly not on television.

i have observed them deeply and shared my enthusiasm for them, and each and every bit of iss pyaar ko in your fantastic space here.

i have to admit though, certain things disturbed me last week, and only because those two characters mean so much to me i decided to calm down and hold on and see where it's all going.

i have shared my thoughts on a separate post on the forum. i do hope our asr and kkg remain who they are. the creatives are usually very very clever and even when weaving in pro establishment ideas don't lose their touch. lavanya was handled so beautifully.

marriage is a serious thing. i am sure asr will enjoy the rituals because he will share them with khushi, that's the key. wish they had found a better way to come to the remarriage track though. now too late for that.

i always respected their wedding, never considered it any less. but if this is what khushi needs, fine with me. i do hope somewhere along the way they show khushi's sensitivity to him and his feelings regarding rituals and their wedding which he believes is valid, just as they've shown his understanding of her needs.

for some time now i have felt khushi was not being treated with consistency or respect. on friday for the first, the very first time i sensed a tweaking of asr. i fervently hope i am wrong. you have no idea how much this fictional character has come to mean to a rather old woman. maybe it's just my age 😆 get too serious. but characters like his need to be defended and looked forward to i do believe. just like roark. same, if i may say, the utterly ingenious khushi. there is rare strength there, she is capable of telling the man she loves what she believes in or not.

i do hope i start connecting back soon. i saw you read my mad post, thanks for the "like." this love for iss pyaar ko that has us so into it all the time, iss pyaar ko naam hi na doon. what.

great to read you after that break. missed you, honeypriya.

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indi52

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Posted: 10 years ago

#126

from crooner 1.25: embers of destiny, page 3, shagun ends and then there's aane doh.

oh, kiss me

beneath the milky twilight
lead me

out on the moonlit floor
lift your open hand
strike up the band

and make the fireflies dance
silvermoon's sparkling,
so kiss me

~ ~ sixpence none the richer ~ ~

priya, please don't apologise for delay and things, busy as you are that you get so much done is actually amazing. today i really wanted to read your thoughts, and they were worth waiting for. you always take the 20 minutes to a different plane. i love hanging around there. also those strict instructions to the creatives, how i enjoy them. i think they do too, don't you 😆?

didn't fully understand your reference to stephen hawking, but have a thing for him and scientists that search for answers in space and time. struggled with his brief history of time, adore his keen eyes.

and i've seen in my own life that if intentions are clean, destiny acts to bring you to the right place. of course, there is randomness and it can completely throw you, but still too many times i have seen forces align to make something happen because the heart and the call was untainted. can't ignore that. we're seeing it right now and perhaps "tab se" in iss pyaar ko. there's depth and perhaps an empirical truth there, which keeps us riveted.

my thoughts from last night.

a kiss is never just a kiss.

a thank you is never just a thank you.

but character just may be destiny.

i have worried about two characters last week, as you're aware, priya. last night that worry got almost entirely allayed. 100 percent in the case of asr. 93.7612 percent for khushi. i am happy, grinning, wanting to write.

got home late last night, iss pyaar ko had already started. caught it just as he came back to take his phone. a bit apprehensive about the episode i was trying catch the story, when his "thank you" reached my ears.

had no idea why he was thanking her, ostensibly it was for that phone of his, but how could it sound so full of meaning and moment? surely not just for a phone? and that voice, low, deep from within? i let it be and decided to just enjoy the exchange. he looked at her lingeringly, something in his eyes, the frankness of a child untouched by the world, a touch of sadness? certainly gratitude. he held her gaze as if he wanted to say so many things.

she was puzzled, perhaps not wanting to see him go, a fleeting smile and she said: bye.

bye? that's his language, i thought. she even said it in his sort of way. he seemed to notice it too.

"bye," and he turned away.

of course i saw the episode immediately once again. as the context set in, there was just wonder in me at the very conception of this character called arnav singh raizada and the understanding his makers have of him, not to mention the fire asr's prometheus, barun sobti, brings to him. once, a long time ago a man had let me into a secret about himself: when he loved someone all they needed to do was show him a wee bit of love and then he would want to flood them with his love, absolutely, no limits, no flood gates.

and there was arnav singh raizada doing just that. he had overheard buaji's conversation with di. he wanted khushi to have the wedding of her dreams and perhaps was wondering what to do. then he heard khushi making buaji understand why she felt there was no need for him to tie the raksha bandhan: he respected and loved each one in the family, but if he didn't believe in something why not let him be. just that, the small matter of a string. but with that sentence she had shown respect for his individual space, she had defended his right to be him. then he also heard that she had got a slap for speaking up for him earlier.

nothing much, just a couple of sentences, yet his heart welled over. first time ever, he was hearing his khushi, his patni, his ardhangini, the love of his life say in so many words, his way mattered, just because it was his way. khadoos, non ritualistic, laad governor whatever he was, she would want him no other way. he was worth getting even slapped for, he was worth much more.

almost any human being would be touched by this. but arnav singh raizada showed his gratitude his way. with a deeply felt thank you, which had wonder and why did i feel a few tears in it? as though he felt, no one got me all these years, and now you, spunky, jhalli cute mad you, you who loves her little traditions, her dm, with your clear eyed innocence, your inexperience, you got me so beautifully and thought i was worth keeping just the way i was? yes, there were tears behind those eyes, at this amazing grace.

the flood gates opened and all he wanted to do was show her his love. ever the karta, the man in charge, he took over the observance of the ritual, every detail, requirement, rule at his fingertips. make sure it all happens right. just the way khushi wants it. no mistakes this time. without rancour an arm, sorry right arm, was stretched out for the raksha dhaga. smitten buaji, proud naniji, what the di, harrumph dadiji, star in my eyes khushiji.

don't know what dazzled me more, the man in black, white and red or the man immersed in the colours of love. if only there were no pink.

how beautiful is the character of that arrogant young devil we met 6 june 2011. what a deft touch, this trait of loving back big and generous for a tiny bit of love given to him. actually, it's always been that way i realised. how much he treasured and gave his di emotionally. did he ever ask for much in return?

true to character again, he reminded her of their bandage engagement. this ritual has been done before, in a sacred spot she must have remembered. so she has been his "tab se." for me, that was their real roka. a gift of destiny to these two of the purest heart with the most untainted call.

we all know fate has delighted to these characters and already taken them through the essential rituals of a wedding. arnav, shatir saudagar, knows that. khushi is beginning to realise it. wonder what her reaction will be when she realises that indeed devi maiyya haath pakadke sab kuch karwate hain. if we are true, our god never fails us. there was never any need to worry that a wrong was being committed.

khushi is awakening to her love more and more. submitting to it. now she is entirely someone else's, sorry salmanji. and she will not change him, just take him as he is. this growth in khushi is just so so right. perhaps it's this maturity that shone in her eyes last night making her look prettier than ever in that where on earth are you from dress and the please go back to where you came from jewellery.

again they heard each other across the distance, in the silence of their heart. he smiled. oh i miss your frown these days, but something tells me not to worry, there's plenty of that there too. character, after all. jaayega kahan.

god's in his heaven

all's right with my characters

as the story progresses and the kisses get going, i leave with only one request.

khushi, please miss him like he misses you at night. feel the stirrings he's left in you, sneak into his room as he sleeps, nk will be glad to pick you up and bring you home, go right up to your sweet husband and put your lips on his skin. the rest i'm sure he'll manage. don't worry, you're already his. will you please be true to sankadevi and do this, khushi kumari gupta... singh raizada?

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aane do.
come
and see me
adorn my lover
with the rampant
beat in my heart
with the flagrant
gift of desire
with triumphant
exulting love

he had put a ring made of gauze on her finger long ago, and now a ring of gold he'd made her wear. surely, this needed to be sealed with a kiss. he took her to the poolside, that's the rasam, after all.

aane do.
no matter what comes
or goes
or passes by
without even a look at us
i'll be yours
here in this moment still
and always forever

her lips said what if, but, someone may come. her eyes said, won't you... won't you please... kiss me. how could he say no.

aane do.
let it come...
and come what may
i'll be there.

he held her hand and dragged her to the poolside, and today it took them no time to reach the wall where, no need to fight the feelings, no need to draw away. she trembled, he fell in love all over again.

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kizh72

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Posted: 10 years ago

#128

Originally posted by: indi52
rhea,

thanks so much... just thought i'd find what i could on crooner and keep it all together. ran and saw 292... such a wonderful portrayal of a man torn and a man really really tired... but yes, too serious, too sweet, doesn't feel like asr after a point. that smile at the end, the lifting of the lid... oh my asr.

you and kizh read everything i write... i can't get over that. so very nice of both of you.

The reason we read everything you write is because we love reading it. You can rest assured you've two confirmed readers!😆 I'm glad you're posting all your crooner stuff here, gives us an idea of what you all were thinking when the show was on air. For some reason feel like watching some of the early episodes, that "don't you ever ever do this to me again, samjhi tum" is playing on a loop in my head. AD is too weird at the moment, so don't think I can find the time!

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indi52

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^^^

hi kizh,
thanks so much he he. you know back then, gah, there was so much one kept thinking might happen... hoping might.

i remember the only thing that had me giddy with joy was that they had sex before the pheras... i couldn't take that ridiculous rejection on the asr designed lovely suhag raat. there are weirds ideas about marriage itself i felt.

also pheras is not the only way of getting married. hindus have had several traditions always, even now many of them are legally accepted (of course, now thankfully the law says you must register your marriage), the gandharva was one of them, pretty close to that temple wedding... seems even legally the 6 month cohabitation without objection and exchanging of some sort of vows has validity...

also, i cannot tolerate this stupid reducing of indian trad with all its variety to just one way, one norm. since when do bongs do sangeet and mehendi. ha ha now it seems thanks to tv, we do. also thanks to the big wedding hindi films... so aspirational teehee.

please run away from ad and go see donchuever... ever... do...

honestly, after yet another ordinary day in the life of indi i still go and see a bit of this wonder man and his mate and feel aaah it's a fantastic world.

even after all the story went ugh.

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indi52

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Posted: 10 years ago

#130

on episode 348 for wedding days aane do aane do aane do on facebook.

she had sent her arnav ji off to have some golgappe, chat with his friends, play antakshari... turns out there was no question of leaving him alone to such dangerous activities. one had to storm the party, go on a chudail hunt, get extreme dhakdhak attack at the nearness of a man, say, i can't do that and rush off to do exactly that. it was the night to dress in black and seduce your man with an intoxicating dance laced with hiccups of khushiness, which the "bachelor" clearly found absolutely inebriating though he tried his level best to look kinda not affected. but in the end he had to ask, in a voice soft, husky, drenched with hope... he so needed to know.

"kya karne aayi thi yahan?" what did you come to do here?

and she told him what he had longed and yearned to hear, "aapko yeh batane aayi thi ki aap par sirf hamara haq hai..."

she had come to tell him only she had a right over him. no one else.

a distance was travelled. once and for all.

a man who demanded and pleaded to to be taken by his lover, to be claimed, was claimed.

she told him also she would kill anyone if they tried to come near him.

this was a night like no other night. and it's magic had only just begun.

he said, he had to show her something.