Kankshita,
I am truly saddened to learn that you have left IF. Truly you have a unique writing style that I loved. However I will hope that this is not goodbye and just farewell, in that fare thee well, I wish you and your wondrous words well as they set out to beguile, bewilder and bemuse but mainly amuse you, yourself. I wish you much happiness and success upon success.
Since this is the last, I am going to really savour this last bite of crisp delight.
Episode Four
streaks of dismay Finely captured. There is something about the actual seeing of a person whom just a moment before you have built up all this latent anger, hostility and resentment for that just melts away. It is though suddenly we are reminded about their good aspects too, that twinkle in their eyes. Though that twinkle is in actual fact their pupils dilating, trying to let more light in so that they can fully appreciate the radiance of that which they secretly desire, even if to their own selves. So guess there is more to it than the
eye sees.
Oddity that Nupur had conjured was her entitlement to Mumbai I really liked the composition of this line. Beginning with the substance and ending with the sentiment, a reversal of common composition and so I looked again and sure enough I found another grain. You tweak it so that though Nupur is the outsider, the oddity, it is her entitlement that affects the city and NOT the other way around as one would expect. Finely done.
lack of respect she showed to his right to speech I liked this line. The manner you bring in not just constitutional rights, or basic human rights but his own personal prerogative to express himself as and when he so wishes. Nicely done!
Then that beautiful and gentle paragraph, as the
The constant momentum of the beach waters soothing us too. Then that wondrous middle section that just melted my heart.
They spoke and did not fight. She noticed how he did smile, Lovely.
For, Mayank and Nupur never did and never will agree with each other. Ah! That up and down of the wave that brings them both ashore. Beautiful.
I loved how you penned the musical interlude portion of this piece, wondrously done. Then this excellent line and image,
Tones of deep orange and mustard tried to illuminate their shadowy figures under the setting sun. Beautifully written.
life had only scarcely changed. I loved this chorus that you composed for this piece of choreographed melody. Dheere, dheere two people set in stone fuse together towards a determined decree of destiny.
Kankshita, I will miss your words, you wondrous notions and your wonderful writing style. IF is the less, for this loss. With much love, Sabah
Edited by a little faith - 14 years ago