I do not have words for the brilliance of your collages and write up, I am rendered speechless by sheer emotions that your post conveys and the emotional depth of the episode. It is been getting progressively difficult to write and reflect about this show and my puttar's plight. I do not fangirl about actors but I must give credit where it's due, KP and DT rocked it, I do not know how they maintain their emotional stability while enacting such intense scenes. As an audience I have been an emotional mess witnessing these imperfect souls fight the perfect battle of love, maybe, because this show dwells in the reality of life and somehow connects with us beyond the scope of a regular soap.
The scene in Ruhi's bedroom between two lovers, both in love, hurting to see each other go, one waiting to fly in the high of love while the other shunning his own existence in the low of love. There couldn't have been a better place than Ruhi's room for the beautiful expression of love between these two souls. His eyes tearing up when she says, I'll miss your taunts, your anger, your stubbornness, and your jokes, no one can replace those', and his quick retort, no one can replace YOU in my life', if I say anything more about this scene, I'll be teary eyed and real puttar won't be able to tolerate that so I'll stop and hence I won't be commenting on reel puttar's dejected walk engulfed in guilt and the need to sacrifice.
I may be in the minority but I love seeing RKB's vulnerability and fears play out in the open, he is a real MAN, yes a man can shed tears, yes a man is allowed to express his fears, yes a man can love limitless, yes a man can sulk and yes a man can feel emotions of sadness. I am so happy that we are seeing a male lead of an Indian show crying about his ill fate and his lost luck in love, more often than not as a society we have failed our men. We callously say things like, don't cry like a girl' & be a man', what is it to be a man exactly? Why can't a man express his emotions, is he not allowed to hurt, is he not allowed to weep for his sorrows, why is crying a weakness and why is it that the measure of manliness has become more about masculine bravado and not about real strength of character. We as a society are failing our men by encouraging them to suppress the expression of their feelings and pushing them into the make belief world of excess testosterone masculinity. I will take my real RKB with vulnerability, emotions, fears and his abilities to love and cry because that's what makes us human. Sorry for the rant, I just had to get this out of my system.
Coming to the last scene where the missus is dancing in the song of love with her husband's enigma is a sight I will savor for the longest time. There is nothing more beautiful than to witness the expression of love, they way she caresses his shirt, sniffing for his smell, holding the cuff to feel his fingers intertwined with hers, and swirling with his shirt to feel the motions of their love. She had once called him looking like a taxi in that yellow shirt, today she patiently waits for this taxi service to usher her into the land of love, happiness and marital bliss.
I wanna be happy, so a few happy lines for the Missus and her resilient pious love for my puttar.
Pata hi nahi laga, kab yeh waqt guzra
Kab yeh din raat main tabdil huin
Aur kab yeh neeras si zindagi aapke rang main ghul gayi
Aapke is rang bhare pyaar ko main kya tofa doon
Kuch gurze hue khubsoorat waqt ke yaadein
Ya phir kuch tabdil huin raatein
Ya apni zindagi ka kora kaagaz thama doon apke haathon main
Aur apni rangeen tasvir dekhoon apke akhoon se
In a hurry right now so I haven't read any other brilliant posts on this thread, I will return to savor the brilliance soon!
PS: P and G I missed you both 🤗
PPS: Sorry this post is all over the place, I didn't want to dwell on puttar's plight because that would not end well for my sanity and emotional stability. 😭
Ye Hai Mohabbatein
Mangal Lakshmi
