Originally posted by: Nynaeve
Part unres,
And that my dear Viji, is an amazingly beautiful tale, of the battle of heart and mind, a battle of wits and detective skills (not the Swara has much, though she loves to think she does) and a victory for the love and soulmates that they are.
Will unres for a detailed comment (I will, just cannot promise when) but now I am off to read it again.
love,
Nyna
Dear Viji,
As usual, a spellbinding OS from you - I guess it is these stories that make me stick to the forum.
I have always loved thunderstorms, those brilliant dazzling fireworks as nature celebrates and the earth rejoices in the steady downpour. Part of it could be on account that Jamshedpur, where I stayed during my childhood, was always witness to thunderstorms and lightening. I so missed them when we moved out, I find rain without the accompanying thunder to be boring. So the very start of the tale transported me to another world, of nostalgia and those amazing childhood memories.
But coming back to this tale, it did serve another purpose - those thunders did clear some of those rumbling thoughts in her head and the flashes of lightning did cause sparks. She could not resist the pull he had and the words he spoke did get across to her, though she is not too comfortable with having her assumptions shaken. And her speech - Oh God, if Sanskaar was not so sanskaari, he should have simply kissed her silent, that would have had a lot of her assumptions crumbling, but then Sanskaar being Sanskaar, actually thinks he is hallucinating when she throws herself into his arms. I so loved his rational reasoning , that his mind is actually creating a very real, three- dimensional warm soft Swara in his arms.
And then the magic happens, his heart overrules his sanskaari mind and he simply hugs her - how long has he and how long have we waited for this moment?
His realisation was - as Nimmi says - Simply Sanskaar - he does know Swara very well and she is confounded and a wee bit embarrassed at being read so well by him. She did indeed want to melt into his arms. Her heart was a steam engine - only a steam engine , maybe that is right, she must be melting inside with heat too😳
Finally, they do what they always did so well - talk to each other, really talk, one says, the other listens, thinks it over and then responds. No more Khooni Jaap (that really grates on my ears)
As Sanskaar so neatly put it, that Swara had taught him - "though the brain gives the heart its sight, it is the heart that gives the brain its vision" No way could Swara resist him any longer, his words or him.
I so loved the brazen, slightly flirtatious Sunny - he is back, now that he knows that she knows about the deep love they shared and that she is almost home, to where she belongs, in his arms, in his heart.
The hearts do speak and the soul does answer - loved it.
loads of love,
Nyna
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