Still catching up, folks, and caught between "savoring" your posts slowly and replying fast so that I become online again with you all on discussions ...I realise I will have to read all threads again peacefully , right now doing a quick job of sharing topmost thoughts with you ..love you ! 🤗🤗
6th Oct : A Clam's conflict :His tears in the silent recesses of his dark room ….the real Kesar who never saw himself also these days – visiting himself silently …. That Kesar for whom Gulaal said "mere liye tu hamesha wahi Kesar rahega jise tu khud Kahin peeche chod aaya hai" …oh how touching was their relationship - again
In the letter scene , Kesar's words :"….jabki mujhe hamesha tere khaton ka intezaar rehta hai" – made me think how Gulaal one sidedly wrote to Kesar for so many long years – how somewhere she must have also known he would be waiting for her letters …even if he didn't reply – and how much she loved him and nourished him with that love – probably that is what had kept the real Kesar alive within inspite of the hatred burning all around his being…
While Kesar was with his letters, I was thinking how it must have been for Gulaal , writing into a vacuum , but filling up that vacuum with hopes that there is her Kesar at the other end, reading them and that one day he would grow up and understand why she had sent him away …today after then accident, at the doctor's place talking to Kesar , she realized her Kesar was still so far from her ….
And therefore, Jzee, I loved that you have so aptly named the next post as a second homecoming...
love,
VJ