I know there's a pending TS I need to cater to, and I have to read / watch / comment a few friends' FFs / TSs / VMs too, but this incident deserved a special post. I've been trying to compile it for 2 days, it's only now that I've gotten down to complete it in detail.
After a hiatus of eleven long days, Raman and Ishita came face to face, or we came face to face with the Raman and Ishita we love - together and madly in love with each other. This was a no brainer moment. Almost all of had suspected Ishita being alive, and all the drama to be Raman's plan. Then the OLVs came out, and all curiosity got bundled into a sack and deposited into the bin.
What was the need, then, to watch the scene, and to write this post? What brought a dead fan alive for a moment? (Or what keeps bringing this dead fan alive for a few moments once in a blue moon?)
It is not the story line, of course. It is not the two characters on paper. It is these two individuals that breathe life into those two characters, that despite the crap that gets shoved on our faces in the name of creative plots, we can sense magic 😳
KP & DT have time and again proven their exceptional calibre. What with YHM being a master of nuanced writing in its initial days where they had to portray the depth in writing, to the modern times of melodrama where they have to balance the OTTness with realistic expressions 👏 👏
Love, anger, wrath, happiness, exaltation, grief, helplessness - We have seen them both portray it all with such grace and charm, that it feels like nothing has been left now. Only to be proven wrong once again.
This jungle IshRa scene(s) were so subtle, yet powerful, bordering on insanity and control at the same time, that as an IshRa fan, I could feel and connect in a single second (which has been very hard during the last few months due to sloppy writing - but we'll leave that discussion for another day).
An agitated Raman, talking to himself how he finished his life with his own hands, and how he now really wants to finish his life, jumping off the cliff with a rock solid determination, running in the jungle with a purpose, a purpose of recoupling back with not the love of his life, but his soulmate ❤️ ❤️
Panting from the effort of running, spreading his arms across the width of the door, wet, bruised, sleeves half-folded, tattoos visible, he cut quite a dashing figure there, and the Puttar fangirl in me couldn't take her eyes off [B)] 😆
Cut to the opening of the door. To Ishita, standing there, with immense hurt in her eyes, looking at her husband disdainfully, angry at his state, angry at her state, and more importantly, angry at his inexplicable actions.
In a dimly lit hut like house in the middle of a jungle, there she stood, a figure of elegance, clad in a simple saree, hair let open loose, with a few strands on her face, minimal makeup accentuating her natural beauty. How I wish Ishita would look more like this even otherwise!
Her hurt and anger visible in her eyes, her rebuttal of his pleas. His calling her name in a huff, tapping on her shoulders. His turning her around, her jerking his hands off. Her child like tantrum, chiding that she was better off dead. His relief and smile, assuring that he'd be dead the moment she is.
His husky "Sun toh sahi, bolne toh de". Her quivering "Aap bohot bure ho Raman"
The hug.
The pull back.
The clinging.
The hug, again.
Here was a man, looking at the unblemished, teary face of this woman who had not just captured his heart and brain, but fused her own being into his mind, body and soul, and had come back from the verge of death, her neck was literally on the noose, and just the thought of it gives him goosebumps. He, who values her love over and above everything in his life, had come to meet her in a tiny abode, making sure she's ok, and more importantly, absorbing the feeling of being with her, watching her, touching her, holding her and talking to her. He poured his heart out to her, why he did what he did, and what is he doing now. I'll not focus on the backstory because that does not deserve any importance imho, but the urgency, of spilling the beans in front of her, the longing of not being with her for so many days, the fear of losing her - It drove him insane, but just one look at her and his smile came back. The half-smiles, the relief, the easy shoulders, the camaraderie, everything was intact. It was as if she never went away even for the smallest bit of time.
And there, was this woman, looking at the bruised, relaxed, smiling face of this man who had risked it all so that he does not lose her, so that she does not lose herself, had saved her from the clutches of death and brought her back from the dead (well almost). He took all the risks - physical, mental and emotional, just so that he could save her, his life. And now he had come to meet her, to explain what happened, and why it did, to reveal the culprit, and urgently so, so that she does not feel he betrayed her. Doubt by doubt, he removed them all, until all that was left was bare truth. Not being together for so many days, staying alone in the middle of the jungle with no contact with the outside world whatsoever, it drove her crazy too. But one look at her husband, and she felt her world falling back into semblance.
Post the narration, his sharing his grief with her. How the family has declared him an outcast, his pain for his daughter who hates him, his hurt for his son who doesn't want to stay at a home which is no longer a home, his dejection at being mistrusted by his parents, his falling down from grace in his siblings' eyes. He poured it all out, and she captured it all beautifully, as that one small tear that escaped from his eyes.
He sought reassurance from her that all would be ok. She gave him what he wanted. This part was written solely for KP & DT. The way Raman keeps asking her one question after the other, like a little child who knows nothing better than to love, yet he could not love his family anymore. His concern at his family finding him at fault, and her alleviating all that despair with the side-back hug and with caressing his face.
She saw him breaking down and could not tolerate. She knew he loved his family to death, she knew that he hiding immense pain in his heart. But what pleasantly surprised her was that he weighed her above anything / anyone else. He became a bad guy to show to his family, lied to them, scolded them, forgot his sanskaar. He did everything in his power, to get his soulmate out of the mess.
And then came the final, unexpected, 2 more natural hugs. How I wish CVs would give us one such hug every 2 days, or even a week.
Sigh.
These two will be the death of me one day. Such a subtle, under-stated moment, despite the melodramatic storyline. Their presence and tuning takes a normal scene several notches higher. I don't know how many times have the watched this scene, but all I know is that it reminds me of the old YHM and old IshRa
Shiv Shakti
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