Pandya Store|Episode Discussion Thread #17 - Page 49

Originally posted by: Miss.M

Something that came to mind thinking of the aftermath of this whole khandar falling apart:

Shiva never wanted to feel that helpless again. Watching her fighting for her breath made him panic and it was all because he couldn't lift the columns off them. He'd tried pushing them off but all his hard work had bore no fruition and only when Krish and Rishita bhabhi had come with the two men to help take all the rubble off had he managed to get her up.

She found him outside, uncaring of his wounds, body dripping with sweat. He was crazy punishing himself. Who apart from him would think to do that many pushups after the day they had. She tried stopping him but it was as though he could hear no sound and see no sight apart from the demons in his head. As he kept going, she placed a hand over his shoulder and what she saw was a man possessed; a madness that only she could soothe.

Wow! No one wants to feel so vulnerable and helpless. This is stunning 😭

Also I can't keep up on here, you guys are moving so PHAST PHAST! 🤣

Just go with the flow and enjoy!🤣

Originally posted by: HanaKB

This is how Rishimendra will come rescue Shivi tomorrow 🤣🤣

Screamingggggggg, I can't 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Originally posted by: ItsmePriya

Now i imagined another scene in my mind...

Vasudev carrying baby krishna on his head and the waves automatically giving way for him

Ok i know this doesn't make sense...but i legit imagined this🤣

OMG!🤣🤣

But vasudev carried baby krishna on his head no?🤔

Originally posted by: Transference

I swear I have never laughed so much ever 🤣

Since morning, I have this idiotic grin on my face 🤣🤣

Me toooooo! I use IF from my phone and I’ve been smiling at it since morning, mom has asked me thrice why I’ve been smiling at my phone all day 🤣

Originally posted by: bhavna101

OMG!🤣🤣

But vasudev carried baby krishna on his head no?🤔

i know bas aise achanak imagine kar di...and i couldnt stop myself from posting🤣

Originally posted by: HanaKB

The fall reminds me of something like this🤣

Man, I effing love the Teletubbies!!!!!! The brothers remind of Teletubbies! 🤣

Lol, Krish already personified this little Teletubby with his Kesar fall 🤣 It's literally same to same

Originally posted by: milkcakejamun

Lol, Krish already personified this little Teletubby with his Kesar fall 🤣 It's literally same to same

Omg...this was so relatable🤣

he did the exact same🤣

Originally posted by: Miss.M

Something that came to mind thinking of the aftermath of this whole khandar falling apart:

Shiva never wanted to feel that helpless again. Watching her fighting for her breath made him panic and it was all because he couldn't lift the columns off them. He'd tried pushing them off but all his hard work had bore no fruition and only when Krish and Rishita bhabhi had come with the two men to help take all the rubble off had he managed to get her up.

She found him outside, uncaring of his wounds, body dripping with sweat. He was crazy punishing himself. Who apart from him would think to do that many pushups after the day they had. She tried stopping him but it was as though he could hear no sound and see no sight apart from the demons in his head. As he kept going, she placed a hand over his shoulder and what she saw was a man possessed; a madness that only she could soothe.

Haayyee!!

That's just so sweet!

Okay, after trying freaking thousand times, I could do some poetic ones. The rest are garbage 🤣

They look like perfect pieces of a puzzle here. Both chanced together by destiny, bound by vows they didn't want to take with each other. Now that they are tied, they understand what they probably could mean to each other.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death

Elizabeth Barret Browning,