Originally posted by: Sakura24
I know, (Says the lil' birdie hiding its blushing face under its wing😉) Welcome Kangaroo! Both of us don't have marbles to begin with😆
That last part is certainly true. 😆😉
Will be right back. 🤗
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My Dearest Saku🤗🤗
As always, a vibrant yet delicately constructed chapter. I really love metaphors, analogies, symbolisms and parallels as you know----both in my writing and in my reading. Another one of the numerous similar tastes that we share. And I just loved the symbolism here, the romantic, reflective, rain soaked ambience of the setting and the mood, the tender song playing on the radio...👏 👏 👏 (BTW I like that song a lot...neither of the stars of the quite execrable movie it featured in, though 😆 😉). What we wouldn't do to have SwaSan in that song, no? 😳
I loved that little snippet into Swara's mind of the past, her memories of her childhood, the precious memories of love which she had hoarded away, carefully and affectionately. And how her entire childhood seemed to be awash in the warm embrace of the summer rains.
And that was a brilliant stroke of analysis you drew in that little snippet---how the fact that she had lost some of her intervening memories, which might have cast a pall on her earlier childhood memories; now served to make those older images clearer, more distinct.
Loved how the words of the song immediately took Swara back, to her recent meeting with Sanskaar by the roadside pani puri vendor. The comfort and camaraderie they had shared, despite the feeling, the awareness of there being a far more intense longing and emotion, underlying that ease. Swara can;t help but notice and remember Sanskaar's features, can she? 😳 His eyes, his lashes, his smile...she was quite enthralled by his pleasant, teasing, naughty grin. 😉
That was a deft touch there, the explanation of why bonds scared Swara. She always feared that they could collapse, crashing the dreams resting on them, smashing them to smithereens. The binds would then flare and burn and wound, leaving indelible scars on the hearts and psyches of the afflicted. Swara had seen this happen to her mother---and had left her with a fear, a phobia almost of anything to do with such bonds, even words alluding to them...
I just loved the fact that despite that, she could not help feeling a pang of anguish, that she could remember being bound to Sanskaar, could not remember the beautiful scars which time had graced them with. As she deduced from the adoring glance Sanskaar bestowed on her, theirs was a deep love which was won after a battle---all the more precious for the scars it entailed. Lovely little portrayal there. 👏 👏
Her reaction when Sanskaar's fingers brushed her cheek while tucking that strand of hair behind her ear. 😳 ☺️ If it had been any other girl in her place, she would have jumped to put her marriage back on tracks, contenting herself that they would build new memories in the days to come. But we know how determined and a tad stubborn our Ms Swara Sanskaar Maheshwari can be. 😉😆 But she does feel drawn to him, does feel fascinated by the bond they shared. Sanskaar's bold gambit to set her free---he's following that maxim, after all, that if one loves someone, they have to just set them free---really does seem to have worked wonders. Swara, whether she realizes it or not, has become captivated with Sanskaar in the present. She might not recall a thing of the wondrously lovely moments they shared, but she is feeling that connect, that bond between them now, all right. 😳😉 I really liked the way she said she wanted him to talk about them, talk about the moments she couldn't remember just at present.
The RagLak interlude was so cute. 😆 Swara was letting her ego get in the way of her concern for Sanskaar, her yearning for his call. She was effectively pining for him, but just couldn't summon up the will to call him herself. Probably, she felt he was testing how long she'd hold out before calling him? 😆 😉 But then Lakshya came to the rescue, and hilariously, set the dominoes rolling even without realizing he'd done so. 😆 This is so much like Lucky as we see him, after he's redeemed himself. Good natured and accommodating, but not really the sharpest, canniest mind around. 😆 Ragini telling him that he was so cute, ruffling his hair, and beaming at him as though he'd brought home a medal was 😆 🤣 I can SO see this couple being just like this---and the killer was Lakshya wondering if he should feel exultant or annoyed that his wife found him cute. 😆
So Swara rushed to Sanskaar after all. 😳 How could she resist, when she knew he'd fallen unwell. Sigh...the feels here. The protectiveness, the possessiveness, the sheer warmth of her concern, the strength of her yearning. The desire to reach for her other half, and yet curtailing herself for a couple of days, not realizing that she was wounding and testing herself, not him. 😳
Sahil---I shall not waste many words on that obsessive creep. I loved though, the sarcastic way you have shot a few arrows about his denseness. 😆 His convincing himself that it wasn't really Swara he'd seen with Sanskaar; his calling her score of times; his grunting in pain as he broke a glass vase (cut his hand, did he? 😛 😈), to add to all the broken stuff already on the floor...Sigh...I SO want to see this dude going down, and going down hard. Deadwood kahin ka!! 🤢
Loved it, Saku. Waiting for the next chappie.
Loads of Love,
----Viji
Edited by CogitoErgoSum - 9 years ago
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