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" Every large lane has a turning point , every nightingale has a lantern in his eyes , every rhyming melodies has a tune of soft echoes , every dark tunnel has a promise of shining glitters , every bleeding heart has a balm secured in the corner of someone's heart to make it a garden of dreams one fine , day."
Before i take the writing into the procession of depth , look at the very first theme which has carry out in a poignancy of someone's silent dark life into wheel of opaque crystal sunshine of happiness. Today , when i looked at Pride — he appeared as a nightingale who has a royal golden castle , gold bars , countless bucks in silver lockers , power , faith in building up mountains and what not to hold the interest of his very being. But behind every blooming lights there lies a web of darkness. Isn't it ? The most important thing which had been missing in pride's life was a shells of glee , a touch of love — although he has a castle but what was lost is the fortress of dreams ( which he even never desire to construct either ). The empty spirit who sat on the gold couch — as a branch of tree along a shady haunt of melancholy lingers. Only life made him learnt the pathos of cross roads where no one is there besides to show him the avenue of destination and he strides all the way on this faith - the life is nothing but a narrow winding road and a uphill of roaring emotions.
Everytime you see his gloomy , impregnate face and ruthlessness. It extremely compels you to think this man is like a dry , colorless old autumn leaf who is breathing , flying , moving , falling every year but still the pastel color has taken over his all innocence , softness , love into frozen ice bergs. No comfort , no hand of any love except his angelic like sister of life and no healing who can cure his internal wounds of angst. The bruised ego who loved to stand in the merciless rain by locking up all the chains of feeling inside. Isn't it Pride like that ?
Little does the lost pride knew that someone is been made for his loneliness , someone is there coming at her way — holding a lantern of glorious light which will bright up his delight beheld grave depressing existence into lush green valleys of joys , colors and love. And today , she is with him and gives him so much love , so much assurances , so much pledges , and so many fairytale pages of love to write each memory together with glittering pens and smiles that Pride just glows like Nightingale and hops around the whole world like a happy bird. Full of spirit and love emotions he came out as an explosion of cheerfulness for the family , for himself and for his love.
If you have seen the old age of fairy tale , 'Sleeping Beauty' where the witch cursed the beauty and she slept for centuries until the Prince came and kiss on her forehead to awake her. Here , Pride isn't a female but his disoriented state is equivalent to that beauty.
As you see him getting all drunk , cheerful , relieved , enchanting , dancing — gloomy darkness ebb out of his body , no muddy stones beneath the feet , no more scariness , vulnerability , turmoils , exhaustion all seems to exist in some other planet. And its amazing how his conscious sharp mind cowered in the harmony of hysterical melodies - a dark nightingale who was a succumbed soul due to evil spell of fate is now hopping on the green garden of universe. The surreal moment of drunk scene is just comparable to the shackled cage which had been cursed since decades - lost , forgotten and alone.
So today , the beauty came grabbed his hands and take him to the green silk carpets of fairyland. No golds in his pockets , no vengeance of being ill-treated and no burdens of dark past. She Introduced him the chapters of joy beneath the sonnets of rhyming bells stretches him out the hidden grief and converted into melting snow lakes. She offered , compelled , shoved him to gulp the potion of love so that his egoistic hex gets break down and he loose himself in the balloon of wintry winds. And atlast , the monster inside the pride drained out of his body , he got the windows of air to breathe , the stroke of familiarity carried everywhere by the breezes and all the emotions stirred in the depth of passion with Beauty and real colors of life. Hasn't she filled his heart with incessant joy that he is going all merry-go-round in endless happiness. Hasn't he feel the first-touch meaning of life actually is ? Its like she collected the entire constellation of stars in the sky and put them in his empty hands. Its all-like the beauty kissed the pride on his forehead and released him from the obsessed immoral spell forever.
" Countless are the way of love to perceive which touch has most intoxicated effect on body. Because love is an immeasurable feeling it tinges the soul and leave you with many memories. Everytime you touch it feels like this is something new."
What about that enthralling compliments of pride to beauty ? Isn't it so cute ? That sexy smirk of pride made him all hypnotic in a love circle. The soulful , bubbly dance of beauty made him all frenzy and trapped. So , he took a plain frame , a plate of colors and a painting brush in hands to save her innocence and beauty till the lifetime near to his heart. For the first time, the Pride made from own hands - a beautiful princess-like portrait of her.
" How charismatic my beauty is. She's Beautiful. Little bit berserk but enough cute."
"Her hairs , in all its' flowing beauty, a most enchanting picture , to his mind.
He just looks at her , and his deep brown eyes hypnotized , totally. The pride questions himself , What is this hold you have on me ? Her eyes , like a crushed almond drops ignites the darkness of whole world. Her brunette eyes into them, he could stare, forever. Every moment , with you , is a moment I treasure. There's just nothing, as wonderful. Sometimes, I wonder, how one could be , so beautiful.
Her toxic smile , as the meadows of orchids and roses grown by the magic wand. Intoxicated is your smile bright , radiant , it calls me towards you as the butterfly attracts flower to chug the nectar. I'm all drowned into you."
You can feel how much pride loves his beauty , if its merely an effect of drug then how can you figure out his real compliments when he get back into reality with all love and care , one day ? All the past memories and all the energies around him pushed him as an avalanche towards Beauty. A permanent visual that the lost boy who was once a dead soul got a wings of freedom to flutter and fly-on on above the clouds. That slow yet lovable and vigorous stride towards beauty is nothing , but a serious magic of true love which entwined the soulmates in the whirlwind of never-ending moment. A trancelike moment when that hand of her soulmate pulls beauty into his small heart and a silent message conveyed never let him go ever. Both intoxicated still afresh more than they could be ever. Beauty remembered the kiss of love , he remembered the fairy dance , and both recalls the anklet scene which embeds - they are bound to be together perpetually. Soulmates are destined. If this is not a magic of love , then what it is ?
As long as she loves him his believe on emotions , all these times , all those moments is a cement of their future — then no wreck , demons , can devastate their string of dreams. Only the brick of trust is now have yet to build on and it will. When they are together life rhymes like a curves of rainbows and the unrevealed feeling eventually came out which captures them and consumes into the souls. For the last epic scene when pride all dances away in thrilling contentment - it was his dance of life — there he lived his all missing sadden parts of life. Its only beauty who unwrap the forbidden cells of his body into circulating flood of merriment. She gave his lost life back forever and ever. His smile lies within her smile , his pearls of happiness holds with her heart , his lost world completes and connects with her heart eternally. Since she lost somewhere in the mass of gala , he standstill in fear , bewilderment and chaos as once again his all joys engulfed in the depth of oceans.
The pride is nothing strong and bold — when it comes to his only blessed love. If she's lost then he's lost without her to nowhere to be found until she comes back. The hunt begins...
P.S - One of the most best episode till date. Barun and Sanaya round of applaud for you for making Arnav-Khushi so flawless Characters. Love you endless. <3
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