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It's there in every shot, in every breath, in every glimpse and glance. If not in front of our eyes, then at the back of our minds. It's all encompassing, ever present. The strong yet silent spectator to it all. The saga of Rangrasiya cannot be imagined without it. To me, it speaks volumes. Tells the tale. Carries the puppets on its massive shoulders. Yet has the sense and sensibility to blend in the background.
The Desert .
Vast, bleak and unrelenting. Barren to the core. Seemingly lifeless. The harsh emptiness that is reflected in Rudra's savage eyes. It's not easy to survive this wasteland, and only a few tough ones manage to traverse and master this never ending sandy horizon. Rudra and the desert seem to be one. Quiet, strong, ruthless, yet beautiful. A quirk of nature. Both seemingly dry and unrelenting on the surface. With secrets buried deep in the gritty grains of time. Both the man and the landscape complete each other. Can't take Rudra out of the desert and neither can we take the desert out of Rudra's soul.
Or is it the one that is reflected in Paro's innocent heart. The emptiness and loneliness, the vacuum created by her early loss. Bereft and bereaved, shedding dry, invisible tears. Waiting for a drop of love, hope. Secretly and fervently yet unknowingly waiting for some relief, some rain in her abrasive life. The desert is her love. The sands, a witness to her guileless simple dreams. The sands that she runs over, glides over effortlessly in pursuit of her soul mate. This very silent friend will cushion her fall too, will try and absorb her hot tears and eventually try to heal the wounds inflected by the sands of time and circumstance.
Or is it in the cruel stature of Thakur Singh. As heartless and as cruel as the hot sands can be at times. Selfish and uncaring to the core. Engulfing everything it touches. Life taking and suffocating.
This majestic creation of nature lends a unique backdrop to a heart wrenching tale. It's an integral part of this saga. In every frame, always present at the back of our minds and hearts, a representative of all that's wrong and all that will be put to right. An antithesis, as gentle as it is cruel, as life sustaining as it is lifeless, as welcoming as its forbidding. Rangrasiya and The Desert.
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