Originally posted by: indi52
a hand gently touches a hip to turn her around, another brushes against mehendi, so immersed is she in that guiding touch she never notices. two hands on her back, meditatively tying a dori, longing, desire sweeping across to something more, a moving emotion that rests deeper within. in him, in her. echoes of another day, two hands searching touching wondering in a pool, a hand on her back snapping a dori, fingers unentangling fairy lights caught in the dori. when was it hate, when was it desire, or was it always only love.
priya, in your beautiful crooner you speak of a drop of love, "bas, ek chhoti si boond," that is first denied then given with an ocean of emotion. i am still now immersied in, now afloat on it. just a few minutes in an whole episode, but those are the only ones i feel.
One drop of love to make a new start
One drop of love everyone's heart
One drop of love, will plant a seed
Maybe everyone will follow our lead
Then they'll see, one drop can grow
'Cause wilt enough drops a whole river flows
A whole river flows from one drop of love
~~~~~~from a much listened to and loved ray charles song
laad governor kahinke sees the untied dori and calls her aside. he awaits her in a space both physically and intrinsically away from it all. you could sense the seclusion, the otherness of this translucent, amorphous, curiously intimate world. she wafts in, beauteous, and tries to still her nervous excitement with a blase: kya? he just looks at her, feelings converging, growing in his gaze. his hand reaches toward her hers, she draws back and holds up her mehendi decorated arms: you can look, but mustn't touch. he looks and a musing smile appears unbidden; what memories, what thoughts behind those chocolate brown eyes? wreathed in smiles before him stands his wife, his bride to be. desire begins darken his gaze, in one swift movement his hand is on the small of her back, only her diaphanous chunni separates the two, and she's jerked right up against him.
too unexpected, too excited? the lady protests.
"arnavji, kya kar rahein hain aap? chhoriye, chhoriye."
a penetrating, smouldering look and
"really?"
what's in that really? really, do you want me to let you go? really (looking at his initial in her mehendi) am i the one in your heart?really, then why are you looking at me like that? really, the lady doth protest too much, methinks.
hay hay hay... rabba...
sure enough her eyes speak louder than her words, and she is drowning in a deluge of emotions. all that she wants, all that she hopes and dreams of, all that she fears losing, all here right here, her eyes can't leave his, what's in his eyes? they search endlessly in each other's unblinking gaze for words from the heart from. just a few seconds but an eternity passes.
his hands drop to her hips as he begins to turn her...
suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
you can hear the boats go by
you can spend the night beside her
and you know that she's half crazy
but that's why you want to be there
and she feeds you tea and oranges
that come all the way from china
and just when you mean to tell her
that you have no love to give her
then she gets you on her wavelength
and she lets the river answer
that you've always been her lover
and you want to travel with her
and you want to travel blind
and you know that she will trust you
for you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
his hands drop to her hips as he begins to turn her... this is the woman he'd once meant to tell he had no love to give her. this is the woman who he knew was half crazy but he was now completely crazy about. this is the woman who would take him to that river of love. for he has touched her perfect body with his his heart, his thought, his being, his mind.
it is with all of that, he touches her mehendi as she turns willingly in his arms, now no resistance in her, ready to give in, no more chhoriye. in fact, he is not even holding her, just feather light urgings with his hand. she pauses, not knowing what's to come. when his fingers brush against her back she is seized with desire, but no chhoriye escapes her lips. then she feels him tying her dori, and she is felt with a different wonder. brow furrowed, breath controlled wnating so much to but willing himself not to, he carefully ties the two errant strings. a sense of hamesha flots by. never again to be untied, never to be torn asunder, you and i.
she steps away and looks at him, he leans in, in a beautiful movement as though drawn toward her by an unseen dori, a kiss is already forming in two minds. eyes request permission. eyes look all shy and turn away. she runs off.
but then she does look back as he knew she would. and there he stands, head slightly bent down, a new emotion in his eyes. he lifts his palm and she sees bas ek chhoti si boond on it. the whole world rocks as a tidal wave of feelings breaks across her, around her, in her, everywhere. she can't hold back anymore. she runs right back and flings her arms around him, her happiness a fluid all encompassing presence. he lets himself go, and immerses in it.
and you want to travel with her
and you want to travel blind
and you know that you can trust her
for she's touched your perfect body with her mind
~~~~~~~~ every time i hear suzanne, i get lost, leonard cohen's words, neil diamond's voice, my favourite version
he whose journey was hijacked by betrayal and tragedy at a tender age. who had stopped believing in anything but the material. who couldn't bring himself to be vulnerable again and so had completely shut himself in. he was ready to open the door to his innermost self, his sanctum sanctorum again. main mama banne wala hoon. meri shadi ho rahi hai. ordinary words, fairly regular life stages for many. but for arnav singh raizada it is a reach out to firdaus, paradise, here on this earth. at last the heart had awoken, it's desire stronger than all hurt, all fear, and he has started hoping again. dreaming of adding love and loved ones to his life. making a family, being a family. not losing, never losing love or a loved one again. a time to redeem his lost life and loves.
some people never see the light
until the day they die
but I've been released
and I've been regained
~~~~~~~~ neil diamond again
a time to be released, regained, once again. he holds up his hand with that one drop of love.
there's always been chemistry between them, now it's getting more complex,organic, like all that is life.
anjali and arnav. victims of the same circumstances, yet how different its impact on their personalities. there is nature, it's not just nurture, after all. on one hand arnav, arnav: the one with the inherent nobility of spirit, courage, straightforwardness, faith, uprightness, "rajashik." on the other, anjali: opportunistic, dependent, deceptive, weak, leaning, essentially "tamasik." she will do everything to get what she wants, without giving a damn for anyone. he will even deny himself love to protect the ones he feels responsible for. that night on the terrace, a man betrayed very young, reacted; because he had not a single sly or underhand bone in him, he couldn't smell the deception. his world shattered, and before he could do anything about it, more and more realities were flung at him. in desperation he hurt the one he loved the most without even knowing why.
today that glint of tears in those innocent eyes told me again why only a man like him could make such a colossal error. had he been a wee bit unclean, he wouldn't have. he would have negotiated not given his all. just as he is giving now.
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