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HI Friends just like you all even I am bowled over by yesterdays episode.. So many things has already been said about both the major scenes from yesterdays episode so I wont rant about it anymore.. I AM going to talk about the window scene from yesterdays episode which was my favourite.. I was listning to Rabindranath Tegore's songs a while ago when and the song called "Shraboner Dharar Moto" started playing and each lyrics echoed his thoughts... so here goes my take along with the song n its translation... Please forgive me if I make no sense..
Shraboner Dharar Moto Poruk Jhore Poruk
Tomari Surti Amar Mukher Pore Buker Pore
Like The Torrents Of Monsoon Rain, May it Fall, May It Fall
Your Meledoies, On My Face, On My Bosoom May It Befall.
Today after meeting her and clearing all the misunderstanding which kept him apart from his love his soul he stood by his window rejoicing the first shower of rain and reminiscing her words. Rain, which brings with itself relief, hope, and happiness. Relief from the scorching heat of the sun, hope for better earning for every farmer, n happiness for every creature who celebrates hope n relief in their own .. rain brought the same relief hope n happiness for One Shravan Malhotra who forgot the meaning of these words. Todays rain relieved him from the baggage of his past which was holding him from accepting the love which he carried in his heart for all these years.. the rain gave him hope, hope to have a better future with his love, and the rain gave him happiness by giving back his best friend n the happiness to love her openly...
He stood by the window as the rain was pouring he felt like getting drenched not only in the rain but also in those words which was not less than any melody for him that she uttered... he wants to get his face his heart his soul his entire being to get soaked in her love... just like the earth is getting soaked in the rain..
Purober Alor Saathe Poruk Prate Dui Noyane
Nishither Ondhokare Gobhir Dhare Poruk Prane
Nishidin Ei Jiboner Sukher Pore Dukher Pore
Shraboner Dharar Moto Poruk Jhore Poruk Jhore
Along With Eastern Light At Dawn, Within Two Eyes May It Fall
During Night's Dense Darkness With Mighty Showers, On The Soul May It Befall.
Day And Night On This Life, On The Joys And ON Woes, May It Fall.
Like The Torrents Of Monsoon Rain, May It Fall, May It Fall.
When the first rays of sun falls on earth it bightens up everything, eyes are able to see the beauty around it more clearly .. Similarly he knows n wants her love to brighten up his world n his soul. Rainy nights are more dense but the when the rain falls it cleanses the earth of its impurities.. similarly in the dark n dense life of his, her love came as rain which cleansed his soul n removed all the insecurity, mistrust n fear he had hidden in his heart... just like happiness n sadness are part of everyone's day to day life similarly he wants her n her lobe to stay in his life n heart day n night... just like rain falls during monsoon similarly he wants her love to fall on him forever.
Je Sakhaaye Phool Phote Na, Phol Dhore Na Ekebare,
Tomar Oi Badal Bye Dik Jagaye Sei Shakhaare
Ja Kichu Jirno Amar, Dirno Amar Jibonhara,
Tahari Store Store Poruk Jhore Surer Dhara
Nishidin Ei Jiboner Trishar Pore, Bhuker Pore
Shraboner Dharar Moto Poruk Jhore Poruk Jhore.
The Twig On Which No Flower Blooms Or Fruits Form At All
That Twig From Your Moist Breeze May Re-vital.
Whatever Mine Is Decayed Or Afflicted, Is Lost From Life Forever;
On The Torrents Of Your Melodies May Fall, Enriching It Layer By Layer.
Day And Night On This Life, On This Thirst On This Hunger May It Befall.
Like Torrents Of Monsoon Rain, May It Fall, May It Fall.
There was nothing left in his life, it became meaningless where there was no place for hope, trust , friendship n love, but with here re advent in his life, her undying trust in him, her togetherness, he friendship n her love she started to enrich n nourish his meaningless life n all those emotions which he had hidden deep in his heart.. just like moist breeze of monsoon brings back the almost dead flowers n fruits to life. After his mother betrayal all the emotions which once used to flow in his heart in abandon was lost forever n his heart became as hard as a rock. But slowly slowly as she nurtured n enriched his heart, life n soul with her care, support n friendship the Shravan of Yore came back .. That Shravan who knew how to care, that Shravan who knew how to trust that Shravan who knew how to love unconditionally came back n his golden heart which was hidden beneath the hard rocks of his past started beating, beating for the girl it loved all his life... Now he only hopes n dreams that her love keeps satisfying his thirst n hunger for her love till eternity just like Monsoon rain satisfyis earths thirst for water..
Interstingly even his name is Shravan which means monsoon.. n just like monsoon brings hope reief happiness for all similarly even he fills everyones life with relief hope n happiness.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
