Originally posted by: IdiotViewer
But Kumud was operating solely on "ehsaas" today... The past was threatening to overpower her... Little did she know, all that she held dear and still remained unaware of, would soon be engulfed in flames (J again superbly brought out the nuances, very refined!)... You could see her questioning her ehsaas, becoming visibly affected, hands in submission, she prays for divine guidance, for hope, for mercy and protection against this ehsaas... But how can one save themselves from a core part of them? He is in front of her, she refuses to open her eyes... Then with one word, one affirmative action, a mantra of oblation, requiring sacrifice, the two are told exactly of what sacrifice they have made. Something too devastating to comprehend in the moment. Even a lifetime can but fall short...
Flames obscuring his lower face... Across the pyre she behelds a vision. The eyes which had so mesmerized her, had invaded her reality and consciousness... Those eyes that alone held the power to take her to hell and back... This, the fire was threatening to engulf. And she was powerless to stop it. Took me back to the dah sanskaar... The picture, she had burnt, but what of the fact that its hues have penetrated her whole, colored completely her very core? Aaj sach mein nazar padhte hi Saras ka asal wajood, Kumud ke saamne aa gaya. Her "ego" rendered her powerless then, and life, her choices, have rendered her incapable today of doing anything but staring back. Simply matching his pain on every frickin' level. She did her best and that was quite enough.
Apt that Saras was wearing white. There is something so affective about relentless flames leaping over a color synonymous with purity. And Saras defined 'pure' today... The flames have licked at Saras' purity. They have engulfed him. Consumed him. Like a lost boy, banished, he walks away... Disintegrated. Her misty gaze beseeches him... And like a phoenix rising, he turns... In a gesture so simple, so pious, so... Saras... begs forgiveness, from the goddess who joined him again with life. With the sheer dread of the currency that he has paid her back in, providing for her to wear someone else's mangalsutra and sindoor... The eyes that were haunted yesterday, have beheld a full-fledged nightmare today. Disguised in the most cherished of visions. And for her, she may be pinned in place by society, her marriage and all, but you could see her soul and it was dying to break free, to uninhibitedly crash into him... Alas... Only the two possess the power to break each other completely, and in this moment, they realise they've done exactly that... With both rendered incapable of collecting the precious fragments yet. But in time, with time, they will *fingers crossed*
When a heart breaks it is always subtle. One, at the most, two are privy to it. It is wordless, the sound it makes not everyone can hear. Not everyone is meant to. Nor they should. The ones who do, the blessed, yet cursed ones... It tears them apart. It leaves them reeling. Aaj kuch aisa hi hua, but it was taken further. The setting was at the cross-roads of life, the masterstroke was that of fate. The collision was fiery. Wreckage of broken dreams lay everywhere. Those unaware remained blissful. Those other two, they were subsumed whole into the inferno of their own inadvertent making... Two broken individuals, gripped in place by something invisible... A connect. A tie, binded so strongly that not even the most insistent of flames can loosen their bond. They are stunned at the audacity of fate. The powerplays of destiny have pitted them cruelly in front of each other. Saras on one side, Kumud on the right enconsed in her marital hell. Beech mein aag hi aag... It's consuming position aligned with that of the rest of the Dhan's. Ergo, in just one shot, a striking snapshot of the entire chessboard.
A special mention to "Kuch Na Kahe"... This being SC, where nothing is, for the most part, done for simply the heck of it... One minute into the episode, hearing that momentous tune, the emotional impact could not be greater... Like a phoenix it came, to lure us again... Familiar, calming, hopeful, but carrying with it the power to break our hearts. And in the end moments it exercised that very power. Mercilessly. The charge that "Kuch Na Kaho" has imbibed... The history, the nostalgia and heartbreak it carries... The hope it still hands out. The man, the woman, and the love it celebrates... Yahin hai kahaani Saraswatichandra ki!
