Originally posted by: manzilmukul
It’s very difficult to understand and comment on how a person should or would behave when in love. Love is such an emotion that even the sanest person loses his shit.
Well, chemically love occurs and there’s a simultaneous attraction. That is the phase which is going on with Bajaj. His body reacts. Since, it’s ITV, it cannot be shown in your face. And that’s why, he keeps fumbling, mumbling, sweating and flushing. That’s what physical closeness does to you in the initial phases of attachment. The mind can’t comprehend that it’s love, why? Because, it’s not there yet, one swings between the beatings of the heart, the pooling of blood in unimaginable places and flushing.
That’s what nearness, liking and attraction does to you.
So, I don’t see any problem with the way Rishabh is around Prerna. He is discovering and getting immensely aware of that attraction. Sadly, we are so stuck with age appropriate behaviour. When such chemistry plays, you ought to get flustered even at an age of 75. Specially when you know that you can never have the one thing your body and mind is craving. That’s why he gets so flustered by the touch. We like to call it Love, but it’s his state of mind which is making him go crazy.
And, some of us may claim what is so desirable in Prerna? Let’s go back to the species and the purpose of our species. She is Technically HIS woman and getting attracted to someone whom you claim as a WIFE is inevitable. He might like her Good qualities but he gets RESTLESS when he is not the centre of her Universe!
He never might UTTER like Anurag that SHE BElONGS to me but in his heart, he craves for that BELONGING!
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
-Pablo Neruda