I have been comparing and contrasting these two characters and their individual traits from some time now. I wonder whether their equation strike a balance or is it just teetering at the precipice of an abyss now. I donot want to give any opinion in this matter, rather I want some from others. I will just note down my observations.
Pallavi is the quintessential good girl of the family. She obeys and helps and goes out of the way to avoid getting obliged or be grateful of. She is compulsively compassionate, undeniably kind, sometimes diabetically sweet and mostly has a small share of every other virtue ever discovered as well. She helps everyone despite their motives and her interpersonal relationship with any of them or lack thereof. She is brave and loyal and courageous as well. She knows how to stand up to people, for what she believes is right and remain undettered in the front of anyone whom she believes might possess the slightest risk to her family. She will burn for the people she loves.
She is also quick to judge and has implicit faith on the system which has given us a narrowed down defination of right and wrong. She sees the white without blemishes and the black without sparkles and has no patience for the grey in between. She trusts without inhibition and forgives without rancour. She is stubborn and adamant regarding her beliefs and come hell, heaven or high water she would not bend for what she thinks is wrong. She is deliberately obtuse regarding her righteousness which tends to get overbearing at times.
She is witty and smart and humourous. She knows how to play the situation in her favour. She is calm and composed and rarely gives way to hysterics. She prefers to see only the good in people yet is unafraid of their bitter side as well. She loves, like it is her only path to salvation. She would rather die than be separated from the one she loves. She is reliable and resplendent in her freshness.
She is Persephone. She is spring and will freeze over into winter for the one she loves.
Raghav is the typical untempered rougue we all secretly love. He is brash and raw. He has the grit of a sticky gum which refuses to come out untill you peel your skin along with it and has the polish of an uncut diamond. He is perpetually furious like a volcano waiting to erupt. He is compulsively impulsive, characteristically egotistic and a disaster waiting to happen. He is arrogant to a fault and self aware of his varied vices to the point of being vain. He is loud and savage and his presence attracts creepers like parasites to a strong host. He is built like an unbreakable wall and stands like it as infallible.
He is scarred and he is hurt. He smarts from the littlest of injuries and is affection starved. He is also painfully magnanimous, generous to a fault and has a rapier like tongue. He is bitter and cyanical and broken. He loves like he breathes, like a necessity for survival. He will kill for the people he loves. He suffers and he persevers. He is sharp as a whip and clever as a fox and ingenuious as a shark. He operates in the grey, teeters towards the black and longs for the white. He is headstrong and thick skulled.
He is fearless and refuses to forgive and be part of the soceity and the system which had long thrown him to the wolves. He is surprisingly honest and unknowingly caring. He would break and bend and fight and kick and scream to keep what he believes is his. He is bewildered at being cared for and overwhelmed at being loved. He is smug, suave and swanky.
He is Hades. He is winter and will melt into spring for the one he loves.
Now I have no idea whether this black and white can strike a balance and remain afloat. But I can safely say that though I personally love both the colours, my favorite has to be grey, the ultimate mixture.
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