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I was going to make a post for the week, but today's episode deserves a stand alone post. Rarely if ever have I watched such beauty unfold on screen.The realisation of Anami as to who her twin was/had been, could have been filmy, over-dramatic, an often seen sequence both in BW and on TV.
Instead it was rare, precious, gossamer-delicate ... a slow unfolding of emotions through poetic words ... a twin reaching across from the other side ... both twins snatched from their homes and now straddling unfamiliar worlds ... she in his ... and he in another, unreachable one. And the pathos, the sadness of what could have been ... the joys of growing up together, the teasing, the laughter, the shared secrets, joys and sorrows that siblings share ... all snatched away by a cruel twist of fate ...
They had both felt that bond ... even in that one chance meeting ... the tangible proof of which lay now wrapped around Anami's wrist ... the rudraksha bracelet, the raksha dhaga, protection band, that Vatsalya had been given, and which he handed over to Anami at their chance meeting ... with the so prophetic words ... 'if I had a sister, she would be like you ...'
He did ... and she was.
The meeting was set up beautifully ... Anami manages to get the keys from a sleeping Satrupa with a minimum of fuss, and runs to meet Poonam at the gate. Poonam waiting with her luggage and her rudraksha bracelet ... which Anami wears.
Did that bracelet call Anami to Vatsalya's room? Did it establish the connection she had forgotten, or was till now unaware of?
Then as Anami struggles with the keys, she tries one which is ... the key to Vatsalya's room ... as Poonam reminds her.
Vatsalya
She had almost forgotten.
The reason for her being here ... the boy who once lived behind the forbidden door ... her twin.
She had no feeling for him ... how could she? She had never even met him. Yet in dying, he had been the cause of her exile to the hated Lal Mahal. She would not leave without taking a peek behind that forbidden door ... without getting a glimpse of the cause of all her troubles. If she left without seeing his face, she would leave a part of herself behind.
And so she finally opens the forbidden door.
Stumbles to switch on the lights.
Drops her phone in the process.
And straightens ... to look straight into ... the eyes of her unknown twin.
Except that he is not unknown at all.
The boy she met on the ghats of Benaras. The boy she shared a birthday with, a day they both hate. The boy who gave her the rudraksha bracelet she now wears, the bracelet that gave her an inexplicable feeling of sorrow and anguish the day it broke. The boy who felt complete when in Benaras, but when he left, he felt bereft, as though losing something precious.
Was it sheer chance that they met that day? A coincidence?
Vatsalya does not think so. And he has something to say to her ... if she would care to listen ... to open his diary and read his words ... words that feel as though they were written only for her.
Adhoore se aasmaan main rang bharta hai koi...
samay ke dhaagon se kya kya bunta hai koi...
boond ki aas main zameen ko tarasta hai koi...
phir baras ke aankhon se birha mitata hai koi...
Adhoore se aasmaan main rang bharta hai koi...
Someone fills in the colors in an incomplete sky
what does he weave with the threads of time?
Someone craves the earth while waiting for a drop of water
then that water bursts from the eyes to wipe away the grief of separation
someone fills in the colors in an incomplete sky
sawalon ka jor, jawabon ka shor...
kyun akhir kyun itna toofan uthata hai koi..
samay ke dhagon se kya kya bunta hai koi..
The force of questions, the noise of answers
why oh why does someone raise such a storm?
what does he weave with the threads of time?
jab dard ke badal chaye the, man pe raat ke kale saye the,
pane khone ke fer main jab duniya lagi thi, us waqt tum kahaan the ?
Kudrat ne kaha tha, wada liya tha, jab lahu ke ek dhage se bandha tha,
jab lahu pani ban raha tha, tab tum kahan the ?
When clouds of pain surrounded me, when the darkness of night shrouded my mind,
when the world was lost in the game of winning and losing,
at that time, where were you?
The universe told me, took a promise from me, tied us with a string of blood,
when that blood was turning to water, at that time, where were you?
An ever smiling Vatsalya, a harmonica playing, guitar playing Vatsalya ... gentle, musical, poetic ... far removed from the hard selfish inhabitants of Lal Mahal she had met ... was this her twin?
Instead it was rare, precious, gossamer-delicate ... a slow unfolding of emotions through poetic words ... a twin reaching across from the other side ... both twins snatched from their homes and now straddling unfamiliar worlds ... she in his ... and he in another, unreachable one. And the pathos, the sadness of what could have been ... the joys of growing up together, the teasing, the laughter, the shared secrets, joys and sorrows that siblings share ... all snatched away by a cruel twist of fate ...
They had both felt that bond ... even in that one chance meeting ... the tangible proof of which lay now wrapped around Anami's wrist ... the rudraksha bracelet, the raksha dhaga, protection band, that Vatsalya had been given, and which he handed over to Anami at their chance meeting ... with the so prophetic words ... 'if I had a sister, she would be like you ...'
He did ... and she was.
The meeting was set up beautifully ... Anami manages to get the keys from a sleeping Satrupa with a minimum of fuss, and runs to meet Poonam at the gate. Poonam waiting with her luggage and her rudraksha bracelet ... which Anami wears.
Did that bracelet call Anami to Vatsalya's room? Did it establish the connection she had forgotten, or was till now unaware of?
Then as Anami struggles with the keys, she tries one which is ... the key to Vatsalya's room ... as Poonam reminds her.
Vatsalya
She had almost forgotten.
The reason for her being here ... the boy who once lived behind the forbidden door ... her twin.
She had no feeling for him ... how could she? She had never even met him. Yet in dying, he had been the cause of her exile to the hated Lal Mahal. She would not leave without taking a peek behind that forbidden door ... without getting a glimpse of the cause of all her troubles. If she left without seeing his face, she would leave a part of herself behind.
And so she finally opens the forbidden door.
Stumbles to switch on the lights.
Drops her phone in the process.
And straightens ... to look straight into ... the eyes of her unknown twin.
Except that he is not unknown at all.
The boy she met on the ghats of Benaras. The boy she shared a birthday with, a day they both hate. The boy who gave her the rudraksha bracelet she now wears, the bracelet that gave her an inexplicable feeling of sorrow and anguish the day it broke. The boy who felt complete when in Benaras, but when he left, he felt bereft, as though losing something precious.
Was it sheer chance that they met that day? A coincidence?
Vatsalya does not think so. And he has something to say to her ... if she would care to listen ... to open his diary and read his words ... words that feel as though they were written only for her.
Adhoore se aasmaan main rang bharta hai koi...
samay ke dhaagon se kya kya bunta hai koi...
boond ki aas main zameen ko tarasta hai koi...
phir baras ke aankhon se birha mitata hai koi...
Adhoore se aasmaan main rang bharta hai koi...
Someone fills in the colors in an incomplete sky
what does he weave with the threads of time?
Someone craves the earth while waiting for a drop of water
then that water bursts from the eyes to wipe away the grief of separation
someone fills in the colors in an incomplete sky
sawalon ka jor, jawabon ka shor...
kyun akhir kyun itna toofan uthata hai koi..
samay ke dhagon se kya kya bunta hai koi..
The force of questions, the noise of answers
why oh why does someone raise such a storm?
what does he weave with the threads of time?
jab dard ke badal chaye the, man pe raat ke kale saye the,
pane khone ke fer main jab duniya lagi thi, us waqt tum kahaan the ?
Kudrat ne kaha tha, wada liya tha, jab lahu ke ek dhage se bandha tha,
jab lahu pani ban raha tha, tab tum kahan the ?
When clouds of pain surrounded me, when the darkness of night shrouded my mind,
when the world was lost in the game of winning and losing,
at that time, where were you?
The universe told me, took a promise from me, tied us with a string of blood,
when that blood was turning to water, at that time, where were you?
An ever smiling Vatsalya, a harmonica playing, guitar playing Vatsalya ... gentle, musical, poetic ... far removed from the hard selfish inhabitants of Lal Mahal she had met ... was this her twin?
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