Hi dears,
Main uska hun wo is ehsaas se inkaar karta hai
Bhari mehfil mein bhi ruswaa har baar karta hai
yaki hai saari duniya ko khafa hai humse woh lekin
Mujhe maaloom hai phir bhi mujhi se pyaar karta hai
Once upon a time, there were strings of fate tying them together. When they would pass each other, those fragile strands got entwined and brought them closer still. When one used to tug on it, try to move away, the strings would vibrate and the other would know.
Such was when a revenge driven Sanskar vowed that he would never leave Swara (Not in the context it seems to read now) she turned around and asked Ragini who was following her if someone called them. She had heard him, the unvoiced words had reached her soul. The strings had tugged her.
When he stepped to save her from certain death the strings had tugged again, and brought them so close that she saw through him right away. The strings tugged when Ragini pushed her to death, and Sanskar knew something unfortunate had happened with her. How vividly do we remember him searching for her like a man processed?š³
As they decided to fight the evil together, the strings knotted forever. That was way before they had tied the knot; their fates had tied themselves in ways more complicated than the holy vows. Those strings made her accept that she could read his eyes, those strings made her say that he is always the reason of her smile...and made him promise that he will always be. Those strings cut their souls open, when they were pulled apart by circumstances, and their tears had healed those cuts.ā¤ļø
So still, those strings are there. Loose they might be, but still binding them, still knotted as before and entwined beautifully. Those strings draw her eyes towards him, whenever she shares her sight. Those strings tug at her heart, increases her heart beat and dulls her other senses. Neither does she has any notice of her background no does she care, the strings of fate is spinning a beautiful web of oblivion around her. Swara had eyes only for Sanskar in that moment.š
Those feelings are still there, I'm sure. And I refuse to believe Swara Bose is still afraid of a person who didn't even manage to shoot her properly (According to her accusations). I think, it's the turmoil of these emotions scaring her. Her mind, still wary of Sanskar and her heart already feeling the pull of those clever strings of fate...melting towards her husband and the man himself walks in...while the confusion is still running and claims her peace of mind...the effect he has on her, scares her I guess. Even if CVs have no such thing in mind, this thought keeps my sanity intact.š³
Koi deewana kehta hain koi pagal samjhta hain
magar dharti ki bechani ko bas badal samjhta hain
Main tujhse dur kaisa hu,tu mujhse dur kaisi hain
Yeh tera dil samjhta hain ya mera dil samjhta hain
I refuse to acknowledge a certain piece of wood consuming half of the episode and also a question for CVs, am I watching a serial or Masterchef India...why so much screen space wasted on food?š„± First papaya, then laddo and now Maheshwaris dinning table? Still, I have my imagination saving me from tight spots. I should say something about the opening verse, that, and the ending verse are a part of a long gazal written by Dr. Kumar Vishwas, I read it only last night as one of my offline friends had forwarded it to me. It seemed very apt for the situation so writing on that today.š
Thanks for reading. Share your thoughts, they are welcome and much loved.š³
Love,
Sakura
Simple translations for those who does not understand the verses above,
Opening,
I am hers and she refuses to feel it
Makes arguments every time in public
The world believes she is cross with me, but,
I know she loves no one else but me
Ending,
Some say crazy, some deem mad
Only clouds would understand the restless land
How am I far from you, how you're distanced from me
My heart knows, your heart knows
Anupamaa
