Wine Shot - Baby I'd love you to want me

Red🤗

A cracker of a post. You have explained it so well... I really do not think one can add more to it...

And J also has beaten me to it with her super prcis, grrr😡... Add to that she has updated sooner than me...(someone gnashing her teeth😆)

Rekha, has already entered the lyrical world of Christiana Rossetti...phew

What now for me...😕

Well, yesterday's ambience, atmosphere was another key persona to this love drama being enacted by these characters. Rain, the sign of romance, of spring, of a time when the earth is reborn again and life is rejuvenated to its pristine glory was beautifully enacted in the first scene with Sumo and Shravan. Over a cup of coffee.. she told of her initial misgivings and her final realization that Shravan cant mete out a wrong to her. In saying so, she opened up her own case that if he cant do a wrong to her ..why does he believe she can do so? Sumo's dialogues could be far more understood in the reactions which were being etched on Shravan... his feelings of helplessness, sense of wonder and finally, bright smile figured forth in a quiet question so is the coffee session and your talk over? I found that beautiful... he letting himself to be the bystander (and yet wanting more😉) and follow Sumo's narrative... letting her pay the bill. Not because he couldn't do so but today was her day to make it count, her honesty shone through as light...And he soaked in her honesty and her love. And, when she said that she would wait for the day when he tells his narrative over a cup of coffee ...that was sublime. ❤️Love is not a matter of upmanship as to who controls the narrative but is a text which offers multifarious possibilities, a fact which was conveniently forgotten by Ram and also Niru. Ram accepted her money till the time he was not earning... there was question of a choice... but, the day his coffers started filling... he asked his wife to back off. And the chance of an option being postulated as itself erased. Here, Shravan and Sumo learns to value each other's narrative...because... love like rain washes off ill-feelings and clears misunderstandings. Rain leads to rebirth after waste and destruction... And options are offered... friendship or rishta both offered... the choices plenty.. ..Her trust, her love, her feelings as omnipresent but never forced... like his love, which has transcended time and difficult circumstances...not imposed...but, offered as a possibility...One can draw again.. eyes closed, with entwined hands

As much as the lead characters soaked in the beauty and delight of the downpour... and enjoyed the scene without any dialogues ... eagerly waiting to create new patterns in their lives... Shravan decided to reveal the truth to his father. That the scene was immensely powerful is an understatement... what it did was bring out a quality as to what is so special about SM, the man Sumo loves😃

The man who had once stated as a gawky, scrawny teenager... Is this love? A question which could be attributed to his age, lack of knowledge and also to his lack of belief in himself... went on to express his love to his father...As if it could not be restrained or locked up any further. If a Jairaaj was required to let him pose the question "Why Is It Still There?" yesterday... it was WHY IT HAD TO BE THERE...❤️

His love... which he explained with a quiver, evocative of a raging storm outside, crashed against the exteriors of his personality. The die was cast and the mask was peeled off and he sitting humbly before his father... confessed that he has lost a battle to his heart... and that too a long time back. The honesty, the sincerity of this scene just blew me away... he knew his love will not abandon him.. so much so, that he was willing to negate the presence of Nirmala Ahuja as a mere opinion. 😳I had mentioned few days back that this show is unique in presenting many truths, perspectives where all have a say and do matter in their little ways. One can go back to Shravan and Pushkar's scene during the Chachi -London drama. Pushkar upheld one essential truth while Shravan was willing to pay cognizance to several possibilities... as the opposite of Truth is not often the untruth...

Yet, as always there is a Truth we all aspire, we all reach out to, we potentially want to recreate in our world. And Shravan in exercising his choice to uphold truth as represented by Sumo and Ram.. still ...caught hold of an essential, Absolute Truth... Love.🤗

Love, as Sumo explained in her ramble, means to care, to cherish every moment, to luxuriate in the presence of the other... love which means the other shall not fail and in so doing.. he/she will not fail. It was as if Shravan Malhotra was again standing on the ledge with Sumo tightly held in his arms... Love meant hope which flutters and continues to do so, Love meant belief in the other which invariably spelled as a belief in oneself, Love meant trust where even before the question is posed.. the answer is known merely over a cup of coffee, Love meant trust ...to follow the tight course...

Love "tis true as light"...that this scene expressed... one which had the capability to not to negate or erase out previous relationship as signifying them as lesser truth or a lie. But, love as light, as a truth leads to the drawing of a new pattern (as of now on the window sill). But, a pattern which is not entirely new but, one which makes both the past and the present come together...make the mind and the heart to sync together. Love which like the rain soothes, comforts and brings forth new saplings was mirrored in both Shravan and Sumo. Both had healed and stood coloured in golden hues... luminiscient...

Ram had said to Chachi, his son will not renege on his promise... he didn't...and neither did Sumo...

He might have been sitting at his father's feet... yet he stood tall. 🤗Chachi thought her game would lead to SS coming together and Ram offended... little did she knew that where there is Love, there is light and one which pierces the darkness...it illuminates. Likewise, Shravan punctured the darkness of Ram and Chachi...to posit a beauty of light ... of a truth that creates new configurations amidst the certainties of old. Rains for few people is also, however, the season when the dust and the grime bother like hell, when floods could torment, when the raging thunderstorms lead to more darkness.. one which was pictured in the conundrum of a la Ram and Chachi shall face its potency today...😆😉

Henry David Thoreau wrote:

A man may love the truth and practise it,

Beauty he may admire,

And goodness not omit,

As much as may befit

To reverence.
But only when these three together meet,

As they always incline,

And make one soul the seat,

And favorite retreat,

Of loveliness;

When under kindred shape, like loves and hates

And a kindred nature,

Proclaim us to be mates,

Exposed to equal fates

Eternally;

. . .

In such case only doth man fully prove

Fully as man can do,

What power there is in Love

His inmost soul to move

Resistlessly.

Today all beauty, goodness and truth in the form of light shone in the persona of Shravan Malhotra, who emerged as the man...the queen bee of the school once fell in love with and continues to do so

Red... your post was a masterpiece🤗

So also, of someone called J 😃😉

Rekha was poetic...❤️