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Saku dear...🤗 🤗
For whatever my opinion is worth, I feel that you have outdone yourself, marvelously, superbly, enthrallingly, with this chapter.
I hear a few people say sometimes, that poetry is more beautiful than prose. I don't really agree with that assessment, because I feel well written prose can be like any other bewitching art form--poetry, sculpture or painting. The ideal of prose, in my opinion, is to capture the realities of the world the writer is trying to create--with all its imperfections, complex plot layers and character machinations, into a coherent, flowing, incandescent piece of art.
In my humble opinion, my Dear, you achieved that in this chapter. Hats off to you for that. 👏 👏
I loved the deft and delicate way you brought out the dichotomy between so many aspects in this update. Between fire and ice. Between trust and love. How something can be a boon and a curse at the same time. How something can be exquisite yet deadly, at the same time. Superb imagination, Saku!
I found the analogy you drew between mercury and Yahshodara's character, so very profound. That entire para was breathtaking.
"""Yashodara was kind of like that. She was not evil, heavens, no. But she was selfless to an extent that it was not healthy at all. She was too innocent for the world around her, too honest to the circles she belonged to and certainly too lovely to be burdened with the woes of the world. Her purity attracted anyone...but on the same time pulled them through tests of fire. She was too precious that one would die to protect her; many have sacrificed a great deal in order to make her safe. Her love was destructive, much like Mercury on the gold of life. It is not the metal's fault that it is poisonous, but the others should know better than to paint their walls with it..""
Take a well deserved standing ovation for that para (well, the entire chapter, but that para in particular! 😊)
I loved the way Swara and Sanskaar are slowly dismantling the barriers of mistrust, regret and pain between them, one brick at a time. No sudden and dramatic filmi realizations---Thank God. That's not how things work in real life after all, when one is limping back to normalcy, in a once-precious relationship.
The way Swara was moved to tears at the thought of Sanskaar perishing, and the way he reassured her---spoke of a gentle flowering of love, one petal opening at a time. 😳
I loved, loved, loved the intrigue in the Ram--Yashodara--Sujata angle. I still suspect Sanskaar is Yashodara's son. And AP, canny as ever, is trying to use that lever against Sanskaar and Ram. Despite her own sister's past being involved. Hmmm...Snow Queen can refer to her too. 😊 Three people vying for traits of the snow queen now---the icily composed Ragini, AP, alternating between fire and ice, and Swara, who has entered a spring time thaw, in no small part owing to Sanskaar. I am on a metaphor overdrive, all thanks to your writing. 😊
The Swara--Ragini confrontation was executed very well. The tension and warning came through well. This equation is fascinating for me, as it depicts what should have been a close relationship, poisoned irretrievably.
These sentences, struck me as very meaningful. ""Go on then, protect your king. I'll manage mine...
For whatever my opinion is worth, I feel that you have outdone yourself, marvelously, superbly, enthrallingly, with this chapter.
I hear a few people say sometimes, that poetry is more beautiful than prose. I don't really agree with that assessment, because I feel well written prose can be like any other bewitching art form--poetry, sculpture or painting. The ideal of prose, in my opinion, is to capture the realities of the world the writer is trying to create--with all its imperfections, complex plot layers and character machinations, into a coherent, flowing, incandescent piece of art.
In my humble opinion, my Dear, you achieved that in this chapter. Hats off to you for that. 👏 👏
I loved the deft and delicate way you brought out the dichotomy between so many aspects in this update. Between fire and ice. Between trust and love. How something can be a boon and a curse at the same time. How something can be exquisite yet deadly, at the same time. Superb imagination, Saku!
I found the analogy you drew between mercury and Yahshodara's character, so very profound. That entire para was breathtaking.
"""Yashodara was kind of like that. She was not evil, heavens, no. But she was selfless to an extent that it was not healthy at all. She was too innocent for the world around her, too honest to the circles she belonged to and certainly too lovely to be burdened with the woes of the world. Her purity attracted anyone...but on the same time pulled them through tests of fire. She was too precious that one would die to protect her; many have sacrificed a great deal in order to make her safe. Her love was destructive, much like Mercury on the gold of life. It is not the metal's fault that it is poisonous, but the others should know better than to paint their walls with it..""
Take a well deserved standing ovation for that para (well, the entire chapter, but that para in particular! 😊)
I loved the way Swara and Sanskaar are slowly dismantling the barriers of mistrust, regret and pain between them, one brick at a time. No sudden and dramatic filmi realizations---Thank God. That's not how things work in real life after all, when one is limping back to normalcy, in a once-precious relationship.
The way Swara was moved to tears at the thought of Sanskaar perishing, and the way he reassured her---spoke of a gentle flowering of love, one petal opening at a time. 😳
I loved, loved, loved the intrigue in the Ram--Yashodara--Sujata angle. I still suspect Sanskaar is Yashodara's son. And AP, canny as ever, is trying to use that lever against Sanskaar and Ram. Despite her own sister's past being involved. Hmmm...Snow Queen can refer to her too. 😊 Three people vying for traits of the snow queen now---the icily composed Ragini, AP, alternating between fire and ice, and Swara, who has entered a spring time thaw, in no small part owing to Sanskaar. I am on a metaphor overdrive, all thanks to your writing. 😊
The Swara--Ragini confrontation was executed very well. The tension and warning came through well. This equation is fascinating for me, as it depicts what should have been a close relationship, poisoned irretrievably.
These sentences, struck me as very meaningful. ""Go on then, protect your king. I'll manage mine...
No sis, I'm far worse. You wait for others to pick up the weapons you have scattered around and start fighting. I hand them weapons myself.'...
Know one thing. Sanskar was never my weakness. But Lakshya is yours.'""
Loved it! 😊 😊
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
