For Nisha and this deathly quiet forum!
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Wali Dakhni speaks of the night of Union -
Kiyaa mujh ishq ne :zaalim ko aab aahistah aahistah
Kih aatish gul ko kartaa hai gulaab aahistah aahistah
Thus has cruel love turned me liquid, gently-gently
As does the heat of a flame turn bud to rose, gently -gently
Ajab kuch lutf rakhta hai shab-e-vasal mein dilbar suN
sawaal aahista aahista jawaab aahista aahistah
Strange pleasure is in the night of union with my beloved
Slow are the questions to which answers come gently-gently
( Wali Dakhani)
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The much-awaited union lasted in all about seven minutes. They had seven minutes to representation the climax of a rare love-story. A story of opposites, a story of attraction, a story of resistance, a story of acceptance, a story of surrender. Those seven minutes had to represent all these in a capsule of love's first union. It had to be a powerful representation. It had to convey the momentousness of the occasion. It had to show the power of the moment and how it was soul-altering for the people involved. I am so glad that it managed all this. I am so glad that they went for earthy, and real, rather than soft and picture 'perfect. It was passion and intensity they had to depict; there is a life-time for gentle romance!
Pratigya's serious, intense face, her anguish, her unbearable desire, her almost-angry resistance of being altered so fundamentally! Her helplessness, her attempts at self-control, her giving, her love and her surrender ' all so beautiful!
Her pale face, the weight of her clothing (which represents the weight of Lajja that society cloaks a woman with, the weight which she has to shed in order to own her womanhood, her own true nature, devoid of imposed identity), her heavy-lidded eyes, her red-red lips, her steamy hair, her dewy skin, her tiredness ' all so beautiful!
Her turning her face into the mattress, her tortured writhing, her awkward embrace, her trembling, tightening grip, her turning away and then her turning in ' all so beautiful!
His patience, his passion, his gentleness, his understanding, his love, his seduction ' all so beautiful!
May the flower and the fire (aatish-o-gul) have a some lifetimes of bliss!