What have you done, O beloved, what have you done! Believing that lowdown scoundrel instead your fallow oath taker at the sacred altar! Overturning the plea of rescuer [as a mere tool of Bappa] with belief in a web of deceit from the very plotter? And what are your weapons in this hunt? Those indescribably beautiful eyes!
From under the shelter of a comely and stained wrist those eyes have taken possession of my being from the very first day. They were conveying the innocence of a child making me immediately want to protect them or radiating honest intelligence of a compassionate mind alert to the welfares of her near and dear ones making me respect you enormously.
What are they at now? Showing an accusation unimaginable even as contemplation! This can not be real. They are draining the life out of me. The eyes, which have commanded me to be attached to you, now, disown me, why! They are freezing me to unbearable pain.
Your Aai's slap was a welcome relief in comparison, bringing me back to the sensations and making me vow to unravel the deceit.
I shall reach you. If fire is the test it will be taken. If darkness is the void it will be pierced to light the truth to those beautiful eyes.