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Mein aa gaiđ
And today we see from where Kesar's compulsion to write everything down stems!
Gulaal gave it to him to write the good and the bad deeds of his day!
The thing is his good, his bad...everything was Gulaal!
His pain and his panacea too!
The angel in his heart and the devil in his mind, the anger under his skin and the peace in his soul !
It was all her!!
But what Gulaal imbibed in him was a source to ventilate his feelings..probably that is how he survived those ten years without bursting...I mean the guy who could put his kurta on fire, just because she told him to wear it, ...how is it possible that he survived without her, for ten years and had not put the hostel on fiređ
The letters were his outlet, sort of his Salvation too...
And he did write the good and the bad things in them na??
How he knew he was ignoring her which was bad and how he brought her bangles which was good...how sometimes he wished he could hate her and how sometimes his eyes overflowed because her memory pierced through his heart like a sharp knife!!!
O www! what that guy must have gone through in the loneliness of the hostel ...how he would have lied awake for nights and nights ..afraid of the dark and tooo angry to take her name to make that fear go away!
How he must have thrown this book several number of times and then retrieved it from the dust bin and then lovingly straightened and cleaned each page and then again start writing on it!
I can just go on and on and on!!
But for now ,..let me stop before I start đ
Links in the post below!
And today we see from where Kesar's compulsion to write everything down stems!
Gulaal gave it to him to write the good and the bad deeds of his day!
The thing is his good, his bad...everything was Gulaal!
His pain and his panacea too!
The angel in his heart and the devil in his mind, the anger under his skin and the peace in his soul !
It was all her!!
But what Gulaal imbibed in him was a source to ventilate his feelings..probably that is how he survived those ten years without bursting...I mean the guy who could put his kurta on fire, just because she told him to wear it, ...how is it possible that he survived without her, for ten years and had not put the hostel on fiređ
The letters were his outlet, sort of his Salvation too...
And he did write the good and the bad things in them na??
How he knew he was ignoring her which was bad and how he brought her bangles which was good...how sometimes he wished he could hate her and how sometimes his eyes overflowed because her memory pierced through his heart like a sharp knife!!!
O www! what that guy must have gone through in the loneliness of the hostel ...how he would have lied awake for nights and nights ..afraid of the dark and tooo angry to take her name to make that fear go away!
How he must have thrown this book several number of times and then retrieved it from the dust bin and then lovingly straightened and cleaned each page and then again start writing on it!
I can just go on and on and on!!
But for now ,..let me stop before I start đ
Links in the post below!
Kumkum Bhagya
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