~* Of Heartstrings And Humesha . . Happy 1st Anniversary SwaSan! *~

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Swara is one of those people, whom everyone looks up to for having a genuinely good soul. Her qualities of empathy, warmth and concern for others, make her an extremely admirable character. We have seen her mature from a feisty, cheerful but simultaneously responsible girl, into a true lady of substance. Having spent her childhood years yearning for a father's protective and steadying love, she has a very strong sense of family. She goes out of her way to ensure that all goes well, in both the Maheshwari and the Gadodia households. And though her immense, unconditional love for her birth family and in laws occasionally lands her in harm's way, her selflessness is part of what makes her Swara Sanskaar Maheshwari. And last but certainly not the least---is her complete love and devotion to her soulmate, best friend and husband--Sanskaar Maheshwari. An irrevocable, eternal bond between their innermost selves, which will stand every test, surmount every hurdle.



Sanskaar is a man who defies easy definition. One just cannot categorize him into an easy cubby-hole of traits, he has so much intricate depth to his character, so many fascinating shades to his nature. His biggest strength, is his resolute determination and single minded focus. He gives his all, with each fiber of his being, every last pore and cell in his body, to his loved ones. Though he lost his way briefly, overcome by vindictiveness and bitterness, Swara's warmth and forgiveness, and his own intrinsic strength of character, enabled him to redeem himself completely. Obviously, the person whom he adores above all others, who means the entire world and more to him, is his wife---Swara Sanskaar Maheshwari. Sanskaar would do anything to stand by Swara, to ensure she has a smile on her face, and to shield her from any kind of pain. He is a canny, highly successful entrepreneur, an affectionate and very responsible son and brother, and a tender, passionate and devoted husband. It wouldn't be wrong to say that he really is Perfectly Imperfect.





SwaSan are a magical, spellbinding couple, whose intense love story is undoubtedly one for the ages. It is for sublimely beautiful sagas like theirs, that ballads have been composed and epics written. They embody soulmates in every sense of the term.



SwaSan fit so well together, they complete and complement each other in every way imaginable. They are like two halves of a seamless, complete whole. Swara filled the aching gaps in Sanskaar's soul, and Sanskaar healed the painful bruises on hers. It doesn't matter what trials and tribulations they face---Sanskaar would always carry with him, a part of Swara; and Swara would always carry with her, a part of Sanskaar. Their adoration for each other is so palpable, it truly does seem that their union must have been written in the stars. They mean the world to each other, nothing holds any delight to either of them, without the other by their side. Their relationship can be summed up by the beautiful poem from Kuruntokai by the poet Sembula Peyaneerar:


"Although you and I knew not each other earlier in any way, in love our hearts are as Red Earth and Pouring Rain---Mingled beyond parting."



When one beholds SwaSan, one can't help but believe in the concept of souls being linked inextricably through time, being destined to come together. Their bond was forged by the harrowing flames of their shared pain, isolation and loss. But these tests by fire have ensured that their bond is as strong as the finest steel, as incandescent as the purest gold. Their path towards each other was thorny and difficult at times. But no matter who or what stood in their way, SwaSan's potent love for each other has triumphed every single time.




To see SwaSan, is to recollect the immortal lines of Rabindranath Tagore's great poem, Unending Love:



"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever."




They are imperfect.
yet imperfectly perfect.
Two flawed pieces of a beautiful puzzle coming together to make a magical picture.
He is Yin. She is Yang.
He is 'Hold grudges' Sanskaar. She is 'Move on' Swara.He is mind first. She is all heart.He says 'Look Right and left'. She says 'Let's walk straight'.
He says 'Give them as good as it gets.'. She says 'Forgive them'.He is perfect shade of grey. She is pristine shade of cream white.He is the fiery ice. She is the serene fire.
He is the dusk that heralds mysteries. She is the first burst of pure dawn.
He is Dark Knight. She is white queen.He is Zeus. She is golden fairy.He is the Earth. She is the air.

He is Sanskaar. And she is Swara.
And together.. They are SwaSan.





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Posted: 9 years ago
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We say Destiny.
Cosmos.
Someone sitting up above with wicked sense of humour and a beautiful romantic soul.


Because falling in love again after the brutal ending to his 'idea' of love..
And falling in love with the girl who is a pawn in his diabolical revenge crazed game.
And falling in love with a girl who is nurturing a broken heart over trusts and bonds broken by her fiance and her sister...
Sanskaar must have never imagined falling in love with that girl. and in love like this.


Because falling in love with after the heartbreaking ending to her 'idea of first love'.
Falling for the man who played his part in bringing that heartbreak.
Falling for the man who promised her to be her friend and nothing more.
And falling for a man so anti-thesis of her idea of morals and rights.
Swara must have never imagined falling in love with that man. and in love like this.

So what is this love and when did this happen?
How did this love heralded the beginning of its magical story?


I say the moment Sanskaar vowed..

"Main tumhe nahi chodunga Swara."

And she whirled around sensing his voice, his aura, HIM.

The connect.


When he tried to forcibly drug her and she pounded a vase on him and both lost their consciousness; Ragini woke him up and asked..
"Should she wake up Swara and send her to the family gathered in the room in that drug induced state of hers to humiliate herself?"
He turned his head and looked at the sleeping girl and said...
"No! Let her sleep."


The first chick in the armour.


When her anguish over his breaking her phone and his diabolical plans to separate her from her idea of love.. and his eyes glistering in sheen of unshed tears over the way her pain latched on to his heart.

And finally him facing himself and not liking what he saw.


His restlessness, guilt, helplessness, hate for letting the girl getting drugged by her own sister and her public humiliation.

Him trying to stop her from further humiliating herself by his crazy antics in his own failed way when her own family was watching her like mute spectators while she was getting hysterical over the guests searching for the culprit.

Him rescuing her from Witch's black tika curse.


And finally giving up all the pretenses of war against her; the same war he has already laid down his arms in; he saved her from the witch's fatal attack risking his entire revenge plan and his own life.

And then became her friend, her knight, her entire cavalry. Her lifeline.
No matter what the price would be.. he would gladly pay for her.
No matter how much it hurts him.. he would walk by her side on the way she wants.
No matter to what lengths he has go; the high boundaries he must breach; the wars he must wage.. for her.. he did.

Who made him do all this?
He himself never wanted to do what he did and what he felt for the girl. Yet he did.

Swara...

The man tried to ruin her life and reputation; a stranger to her; yet he is the one she turned to help her wage her war. She put her utmost faith in him to be her friend, her partner, her sounding board, her personal knight; her army.
He is the first one she used to search for when she needed someone to talk to.

Someone to listen to her.
Someone to guide her.
Someone to help her.
Someone to be with her.

Someone to walk by her side; whether she wants it or not.
And when he denied himself to her that's when she was left soul-less. THIS is what true love does to you.

Be the strongest wind beneath your winds when that love holds your hand and then shake down your very ground when it let goes of that hand.

She gave up on her 'idea of first love' without a fight.
But she fought with all that she has got and more when the war came down to winning her true love over himself. She fought with him for him. For Sanskaar.

If Swara and Laksh's kahani weren't adhuri; had they got married on the day they were meant to; had no one played cruel games to break them apart.. they probably would have had their own love story. a good life. a sweet love.
but would that love be as magical as the one she found with her soulmate?
A love this intense, this pure, this boundless, this unconditional and this true?


No!

Because a love like this could happen only between soulmates like this.

Swara and Sanskaar.

Because a love like this could be written only when cosmos becomes quill; stardust becomes the pages and destiny.. the writer.

No mortal could make this love story happen. It happened because it was meant to happen.

It happened because Swara and Sanskaar are meant to be.




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They say when your destiny is entwined with someone's destiny... you can sense that someone around you... even when they are far away from you.


And they are were right all along.


Dealt his first loss in the battle of his lifetime; the one he is waging caring a damn for the rules and morals and ethics; he was wounded. And furious.
and the subject and the very reason of his rage was this girl.. a girl his destiny chose for him; to be his heart, his soul, his life... his soulmate for this lifetime and beyond.

As he was hers.

"Main tumhe nahi chodunga!" He swore revenge against the girl he formerly dismissed as a mere pawn in his diabolical game of chess that he was playing with lives... and that moment he elevated her to white Queen's status.
He was far away from her, watching her with his intense eyes and calm savage rage. and spoke those prophetic words... He will never leave her.
and he never left her as he promised that day.. but hey that's story for other day.


He vowed in his heart... & she heard him.
and whirled around.

"Who said that?"

Well that was the one the cosmos chose for you my girl.
your soulmate.

Your Sanskaar.


She sensed him; his being; his voice; his aura.. HIM.
Why?

Because as they say..
When your destiny is entwined with someone's destiny... you sense that someone around you...even when they are far away from you.

THAT is the voice of Cosmos whispering in your soul... See! This is the one who shall be the one for you.. for now and forever.

The first and ever beautiful cosmic connection moment of Swara and Sanskaar which announced to the everyone who could SEE... this girl and this man are... meant to be.









This was a powerful moment which in a sense, kick started the sublimely beautiful journey SwaSan embarked on. Sanskaar had returned to the family he thought he loathed, consumed by the fires of bitterness and vengeance. He held his uncle and cousin responsible for snatching away someone from him, someone whom he thought he had loved. His mind fogged and his heart clogged by the mists of misconception and vendetta, he initially viewed Swara as nothing more than collateral damage. But he was unable to hold on to this indifferent, dispassionate view for long. Almost despite himself, he began to be enchanted by her sheer goodness, her warmth, her empathy, her innocence. The first cracks in that formidable wall Sanskaar had built around his heart, started when he found he could not bear the tears in Swara's eyes. Swara's anguish made his heart clench painfully, made him feel the pangs of remorse for the pain he was inflicting on an innocent. And then started his self loathing, his restlessness, his anguish and guilt for devising such a diabolical plan.


True to his stalwart, resolute nature, Sanskaar did not let himself merely wallow in idle self reproach. He took determined action to now make amends. Upon hearing of Ragini and his own mother's plans to ensnare Swara in the clutches of a witch', a practitioner of black magic; he prevented Mohini from applying the kaala teeka' which she planned to put on Swara. Sanskaar himself was a rationalist, scoffing at the idea of such beliefs. But still, hecould not and would not risk the harm this could have caused Swara. Nor did he stop there. He anticipated that the thwarted Mohini would try to make another murderous attempt on Swara's life; and stayed behind to rescue Swara from her clutches. This meant that he was blowing his cover before Swara, putting his plan for revenge in jeopardy; and also risking his own life. But he did not flinch, did not demur. And Swara, pure and considerate soul that she was, immediately forgave Sanskaar for having embroiled her earlier, in his plotting. She opened his eyes to the possibility, that he just might be mistaken about his uncle and cousin. Her empathy, compassion and unconditional forgiveness melted the walls of hatred surrounding Sanskaar's heart; and doused the bitter flames of his revenge. He was now fired by a determined zeal, to break out of the darkness he had buried himself in. The look of sincere admiration and near veneration he bestowed on Swara at the end of this encounter, said it all. She was the angel of light and goodness who had liberated him, from the hurtful chains which had enmeshed him for five long years.








Betrayed by your own..
Broken.
Bruised.
Battered.. body, heart and soul.
Lost and alone.
Too exhausted, broken down, powerless and muddled to get up And wage the war against your own...

And then he comes.
Her very own knight.
The one who was her worst foe once upon a time.
And now her only ally.
Only friend.
Only partner.
Only knight... and entire cavalry.

He urges her to get up, don the battle gear, don't give up on herself and the war that she must wage and to go forth.
and she draws her strength from his being.

But when even that strength falters and she is on the verge of giving up again... that's when he steps in again.. to wage this war for her.
To take her to the battlefield himself.

And he gently lifts her and cradles her in his arms. she watches her knight with unfathomable feelings in those deep eyes of hers.
And he carries her all the way ignoring his own hurt and bleeding self.
And she fitting into his arms so perfectly as if she just belongs there...

That was a small journey.. from the hospital room to the vehicle.. but the girl and the man walked a mile; a monumental mile in that small journey.

And that was just the beginning... of a beautiful journey to come.









If you are happy and got to share your happiness with someone who would you reach for... the one who is closest to you in your life.

One who means the most to you.

One you know will be happy for you in your happiness. And share your pain in your sadness.

For Swara that was Sanskaar.


And so when she got the news from her dida that Ma-Baba are getting back together she couldn't wait to share this happy news with her best friend.. Sanskaar. So what if it is middle of the night. Between people who share such special bond who cares for such mundane matters!

And she hopped, skipped, jumped her way to him like a happy excited child and then she stumbled and collapsed on him jerking the sleeping man awake with a start.

So comfortable was she with him and the bond that she shares with the man she didn't even realize the predicament of her situation.

Well he did. He gave the most precious oh my virtue is under attack' look to the girl making herself comfortable ON him and mouthed the most famous Sanskaari dialogue of the serial.

"Tum mere upar ho Swara!"


No amount of push-pull, touchy-feely, in your face romance can match the adorability of this moment.

Then more beautiful moments followed. Them sharing a piece of chocolate, declaring that they are best of friends, sharing happiness, Swara almost hugging Sanskaar in her excitement and then declaring that her war is over and she will leave in the morning.

And Sanskaar at that moment realizing the totality with which this furball of a pixie girl has seeped into his life.

And how much he will miss her if she is not around him.

How much she has come to mean to him.

How alone he shall be without her.

The moment that started with such a naughty, childlike, innocent, beautiful, romantic note ended on such a beautiful poignant one.

Truly a beautifully beautiful collage of moments! Won't you agree?




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You don't need a five star hotel, a candle light dinner, a five course meal, a violin playing by your side, the jazz, the decor, the candies and fluff.. to feel like you are having beautiful time.

A cup of chai will do... if only you get to share it with someone who holds your heart.

You don't need a palace, a mansion, marble tiles, mosaic on the ceilings for abode.. to feel that life is wonderful.

A humble tent will do... if only you have your Soulmate by your side.


The glorious tent days.


When he saw her struggling with the chulha he sternly reminds her that they are not living in this tent due to majboori. But when she tells him that she would love to live it rough he gamely joins in the fun.

She lights the chulha and feels proud of her handiwork and he wants to show his maestro skills and let her know how it is actually done to perfection.. and goes and blows out all her hardwork.. err literally.

His 'oh bhuj gaya' sheepish moment to her enlightening him about the difference between chulha and stove to both laughing like little kids sharing a funny moment to finally him declaring..

Despite all that the mess that they are snowed in under; he never has more fun in life.

SHE is the fun for him.


And then there is cup of chai.

The one they share to celebrate their first victory. A little cup of chai and lifetime of memories.

Him challenging her to watch how the 'biggest business tycoon of the city' will do the dishes to perfection. And her cheering him on.

And he cleaning those cups and then playfully throwing the water upon her.

And the laughter and smiles following that playful note.

The blissful grins, the happy visage, the comfort and the beautiful bond.

Ah the friendship. The camaraderie. The pure innocent bond.

As delicate as whispers of the wings of butterfly.

As pure as the dew drop on leaf of lotus.

As strong as the gust of Eagle wings.

As perfect as they themselves are when they are together..

Swara and Sanskaar... SwaSan.








These were a poignant, soulful, and almost surreally intense moments which vaulted SwaSan's magical relationship to a legendary status. Their love for each other----so very intense, deep, pure and unconditional----has had literally a cavalcade of special moments, to be cherished and remembered. Of all these moments, these ones are possibly the most gilded, the most invaluable.

Their sindhoor marriage' at the mandir in Maheshwari House was not a planned event. Far from it, in fact. It was prompted by relentless slurs on Swara's character, doubts being raised that Swara and Sanskaar were not in reality, married----and therefore, questions being asked as to how she could stay with a man she was not wedded to, and to what end. Every barbed word thrown at Swara, was like a dagger twisting in Sanskaar's heart. He just could not bear her sterling character being doubted, sullied in this manner. He defended her forcefully, batting aside Lakshya's allegations with sizzling wit and retorts of his own. And when Lakshya threw down the gauntlet, insisting that Sanskaar fill Swara's maang, to prove they were actually married----Sanskaar decided that he would do anything to stand by Swara, to ensure she was not maligned in this manner. The charged, emotional moment which followed was one where Sanskaar, without yet consciously realizing it perhaps, meant every word of the silent marital vows he was, in effect, taking. A promise of love, respect, fidelity, companionship, togetherness and understanding. No matter what happened, he would never leave Swara's side.

Later that same evening, came one of the most memorable, goose bump inducing declarations of love ever seen or heard. The walls of Sanskaar's steely self control slipped, to reveal the sheer depth and intensity of the emotions within his heart. With poignant, ardent sincerity; he declared his irrevocable love for Swara, in front of all his family members. In an achingly bittersweet moment, he confessed that he did not know if this love had any future; did not even know when and how he had fallen in love with her. But that he adored her with every fiber of his being; every vein, nerve, pore and cell in his body, and always would. He could not imagine his life without her in it. Though Swara, at that point, could not accept this declaration of love, thinking of Sanskaar just as a friend; the seeds of their sublime, magical bond were sown then.








"It shows us nothing more than the most desperate desire of our hearts...men have been wasted before it not knowing if what it shows it real or even possible..."

- J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone



So was what Ragini did, when destiny brought her against the man who taught her that diabolical game in the first place. She brought him to face his deepest desire, but separated by the cold glass of rejection and accusations. His love would always be with him, but never his. And the knowledge that it was he who changed her from a soulful angel to a mere reflection of her previous form would kill him a little each day. That was the case when Sanskar was forced to marry Swara, who still viewed his love as a betrayal to their friendship. Her tears would spill out then, her anger would pour as bitter words, she would shiver, and falter in her steps...still the destiny did not give her the chance to back out. But he could not even do those things... Instead of spilling out, his tears would burn him from within, his anger would cut deep in to his conscious as he pushed it deeper and deeper down. He had to hold her from breaking, always show her there was hope, even if it was just a dream of hope...or perhaps an imagination. When Ragini was pushing her to a cage, Sankar always made sure the door was open. She could have backed out; he would have fought the world for her. But she did not, so instead he stood with her, the two of them...against the world. How beautiful is it when you reflect back to that moment, he was fulfilling his vows, even before taking them.







Kitni dafe dilne kaha dil ki suni kitni dafe,

Waise to teri na mein bhi maine dhund li apani kushi

Tu jo phir haan kahen

Toh baat hongi aur hi...


Once upon a time was their first Karvachauth. And the moon witnessed a different love story bathing it's silvery rays. He was satisfied with her company, but still there were dreams, with their faint wings flattering, trying to take flight every time she would smile at him in that utterly innocent manner, when her cheeks tinted in that rosy hue, when her eyes lowered alluringly when they were close. Swara was yet unaware, that love has already started growing on her heart fields, and Sanskar was still unsure, how much deeper would he be able to dwell in to her heart, before his would broke apart. There was love, sizzling like logs that had been lit up. There were sparks whenever they shared a laugh. It's mild warmth reaching them, yet not enough to burn their doubts away. They had already accepted that each belonged to the other, but simply masked it with the safer word of friendship. One friend would fast for the other...and the other would find it completely natural friendship to return the favor. Still there were looks stolen, smiles unknowingly exchanged, hearts saying a lot when silences prevailed. How they jokingly planned their separation, how the same night, his masked slipped for a moment when he asked her was not there a possibility that she would accept the lie they were living in? The interlude of Sanskar's pain and love, as he pulled his mask back on, just to make her feel comfortable. The moon of Karvachauth which must have witness countless love stories, would have been in awe, as it peered from cloud covers.




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These moments were very memorable, showing how special Sanskaar had become for Swara, despite her earlier avowal that they were only friends; that he had, in a sense, transgressed their friendship by confessing his love for her. However, Sanskaar had made an irrevocable place for himself in Swara's heart, with his steadfast, unwavering support for and trust in her.

Swara's insistence that she would prepare the rangoli for Sanskaar, something which the panditji had said is done by a wife to pray for her husband's success and well being; showed that somewhere, in a corner of her heart, she had perhaps started acknowledging Sanskaar as her husband. Though she phrased this as something she was doing for her best friend, just like Sanskaar said he had got the lehnga for her since she was his best friend; the not-so-hidden subtext of the burgeoning, deepening awareness between them, was clear. These were times trembling in exquisite, aching loveliness; holding the promise of their relationship tipping gradually from friendship to love.

The sublimely exquisite moment which followed, was when Swara draped the lehnga Sanskaar had got for her, and complimented Sanskaar on his choice. Without missing a beat, tender adoration and yet a mischievous flirtatiousness glowing from his eyes, Sanskaar declared that his choice was not just good; it was excellent indeed! Which was why he had chosen her! Unlike the previous time when Sanskaar had made his feelings for her clear, Swara did not respond angrily. There was, undoubtedly, a very deep and potent affection for him, blossoming in her own heart.

The mouli daaga which Swara tied on Sanskaar's wrist on Dhanteras day, was another special moment. It was a symbol of their intertwined, interwoven destinies----that might stretch, knot or tangle under the stress of the circumstances surrounding them, but would never, ever break. The meaningful words they spoke to each other suggested as much---Swara saying that she would guarantee that the string would never break, and Sanskaar vowing that this was a symbol of their bond, which he would neverallow to unravel.

To add a lovely gem to the crown of these exquisite moments, was when, on Diwali evening, Swara informed Sanskaar that she might be going with Ragini for a few days, on a trip to Benares. Sanskaar's instinctive reaction "Mat Jao na...Mein Jiyunga kaise?...was heartfelt in its disarming sincerity and directness. Though there was a teasing raillery in his eyes, he meant everyword. He would find it extremely hard to bear even a few days without Swara, the person who had complete dominion over his heart, mind and soul. And the ardent intensity of his emotions was obvious to Swara, too.





"Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.
-Kahil Gibran, The forerunner: His Parables and Poems



He had learned to live with her friendship, repeating to himself that she trusted him above all else. She trusted him when he did not deserve that unshakable trust after what he had done to her in his misplaced revenge. He had whipped his own soul for the pain it caused her, and the cuts healed not because she had forgiven him, but because she had trusted him after knowing his truth. But when she questioned him, his intentions and motives; simply on the basis of some misjudged evidence, something inside him broke, and the cuts reappeared and Sanskar could not swallow the bitterness anymore.
A different person would have calmly explained, tried to clarify why he had done what he did, but not someone who had shared all her battled till then. He was okay with her denying her love and friendship, but he could not take her denying her trust too. Sanskar had snapped back, bitterly, and Swara almost the same instant knew the graveness of the mistake she committed. It could have been too late in any other case. But still when he was angry, a part of him continued to love her; when she doubted him a part of her stayed bonded to him. So continued their story, the play of entangled fates.





"Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.

-Maya Angelou



Each thought the other had given up, each thought the other would be happier without them. It was a time when the shadows of outer world was upon them, when chains of past caught hold of their dreams, when the venom of unresolved doubts slowly eat up to their love. Destiny had to intervene. Sanskar could always build his walls high, whenever he felt his conscious weakening. The same he did, when he thought he could no longer bear her friendship, when his heart desired much more. He could not take any more wounds. And distance made her realize, each day as he went a step away, deeper she fall in love with him. But the times made sure neither reached out for the other, even if the loneliness would suffocate them. She thought his lost love had returned, he though she felt nothing for him.

Still it took only a minute, a fragment of a second and a breeze of wind to break their walls down, pull their blindfolds off and shatter the chains that held them away from each other. The winds of fate coloured in the red of his love, engulfed her in that moment and his destiny found her destination. Unknowingly he had filled her maang again. And the same courage he had then, possessed both of them.

She knew it was a sign of god, that she had finally arrived where she belonged. He would never turn his back to his love, adorned in sindoor of his name. How they voiced the depth of their love, the realization that neither would survive without the other...those hugs, tearful smiles in the serene backdrop of ringing temple bells. But it was not the start of their journey; neither was the end; just a heaven midway...to cherish in memories forever.









There are times, precious and rare, when one looks at a couple and feels that they fit together so perfectly, that they are made for each other. SwaSan are just such a magical, spellbinding couple, who complete and complement each other so wonderfully, that it does seem their togetherness must have been written in the stars. The proposal for such a magical couple would be expected to be sublimely beautiful, an unforgettable moment etched in time. And indeed, it was.

As they say, all the best love stories have one thing in common: you have to go against the odds to get there. SwaSan's love had faced so many obstacles, so many daunting hurdles. It was a supremely lovely moment to see them finally so ecstatically happy, so blissfully content in the warmth of their love for each other.

Sanskaar had arranged a marvelous ambience for their first date, taking Swara on a romantic helicopter ride, and enchanting her with a shower of exquisite rose petals. He had also set up a tent reminiscent of the one stayed in, all those months ago; when he had first fallen in love with her, and their remarkable journey as a couple had started.

The words Sanskaar spoke would forever be engraved on both their hearts---it was not just a proposal, but a vow of his deep love and everlasting commitment to Swara. Of his promise to cherish her, fulfill her dreams, make every moment of their lives together, memorable and filled with joy. His trademark humor was present too, when he said that he wanted her to promise him certain things---like leaving recorded messages for him, giving him his vitamin supplement pills, sharing every joyful moment by feeding him chocolates, and so on. Swara was so moved by her beloved's words, one could see the pure adoration pouring from her eyes. And Sanskaar, in his turn, was boyishly elated to see the happiness on Swara's face. This was, after all his heart's desire---to always see Swara happy and content. This was yet another of those incandescent moments between SwaSan, which makes them the perfect couple that they are.







"I never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life."


"You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars."



Marriage is a big step for anyone. Its not only an album full of family union, dance, laughters and tears and Kodak moments. Marriages are made when two solitary soul makes a decision- to spend their rest of lives together, in good and ugly times alike, holding onto each other no matter what. A man let's another person in, inside his house, his room, his heart. A woman leaves everything behind, her new relations only because of one single person. He's her God now, her purpose, her everything.


Swara and Sanskaar are not traditional couple. They did everything backwards- got married first, went on dates later. Was engaged first, proposed later. They were married first, but that was less than favorable circumstances, a memory which should have been beautiful tarnished with betrayals-secrets-tears-heart break. So when they decided to start afresh, finally realizing this was it- their happy story- this was naturally the first stop. This time everything was traditional, a grand sangeet, sagaai, shaadi with Band Baaja Baraat. It looked picture perfect.


But nothing worthwhile ever comes easier, so of course the path of their fairytale, like all other time, was not smooth. People opposed their union, tried to pull them apart. No stone was left unturned to separate them, and at a point of time the beautiful dream started to look like a nightmare. But oh foolish mortal! Who we are to go against the almighty, when he's the one guarding over his children? He created them, Swara and Sanskaar, one halves of a soul. Unko to milna hi tha.. So they did. They won again, in spite of everything. Or maybe because of everything. Like Sanskaar would say later-


"Humare as pas kya ho raha hai isse koi farak nahi parta Swara Farak sirf iss baat se parta hain ki Hum dono humesha ek sath hai aur humesha rahenge."


Or Swara-

"Bohut kismat wala hote hain, jine dost dost jaisa pati milta hain. Par mujhe to apne dost mein apna pati mil gaya."


Keeping witness God, angels and family, they were finally bound into the holy matrimony.


Woh ekdusre ke ho gye, saath janmon ke liye










One year!


Time surely flies fast. There was a point in time when this idea - SwaSan , seemed like a wishful thinking. We enjoyed them watching together, the chemistry, the challenge in their eyes and passion in voices, and who won't? Varun breathed life into Sanskaar ,with him Helly's character seemed to brighten up. But he was darkness and she was light, and these two shall not meet. And yet, they did, questioning the fate itself. They were sizzling yet adorable, always making us smile despite what was going on in the show. His eyes screamed Love million times even though his lips were shut, her heart beat faster every time he was close.


When they confessed, it was a burden lifted from their shoulder. Nothing's more painful than looking at the person you love and thinking they don't love you back. When the words were finally exchanged, it was like pieces finally fit together. Sun was brighter, air was pure and sweet. The world was whole again.



Their hearts were linked already, the wedding vows and traditions just made it stronger. A happy memory of their lives. Each day, Sanskaar Maheswari fulfilled his promise-



"Main har roz tumhare saath subah dekhna chahta hoon. Main tumse jhagarna chahta hoon, tumhe manana chahata hoon. Tumhe long drive par le kar jana chahta hoon. Main tumhe tumhara favorite gaana sunana chahta hoon. Tumhare Music School ka sapna pura karna chahta hoon. "



He called her Princess and treated like one. She called him Prince and made sure he felt like one every moment of everyday.



We fans are extremely lucky to get such precious moments of them, and we crave for more. We want them to have richer story track. We want Sanskaar to accomplish himself outside of his family. We want swara to open up her music school. We want hundreds of kisses and hugs and dates. We can't get enough and we crave more of them.



Heres to hoping . . .




Edited by DivineDarkness - 9 years ago
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Apni aankhon ke samundar mein utar jaane de
teraa mujarim huun mujhe Duub ke mar jaane de

Ai naye dost main samajhuungaa tujhe bhii apanaa
pahale maazii kaa koii zaKhm to bhar jaane de

Aag duniyaa kii lagaii huii bhuj jaayegii
koii aansuu mere daaman pe bikhar jaane de

ZaKhm kitane terii chaahat se mile hain mujhako
sochataa huun ki kahuun tujhase magar jaane de

Apni haathon ki lakeeron mein basa le mujh ko
mai hoon tera to naseeb apna bana le mujhko


[Let me drawn in the ocean of your eyes

I am your culprit hence let me dip and die

My new friend I'll consider you my own as well

But let these wounds heal first of all

The fires world had set would cease

Let a tear of yours fall for me too

How much your love has wounded me

I feel like telling you, but let's leave it

The last one

Let me seep in to the lines on your palm

I am you destiny make me yours...



There had been so many times when they had their gazes locked. While in love those were beautiful moments, but the story started a long back. It had been her eyes that looked past his facade of innocence when he had been the black knight fighting the demons of his past. Oh, what did not he do, to escape those eyes, which made him uncomfortable, which always saw too much. What had not he done, to make sure they were not his undoing.

Tears, brimming in those eyes had brought his walls melting down. They reached his heart and burnt off his resolve of hatred. Sanskar was forced to amend his ways, step out of darkness. Those eyes, shone with light when she forgave him. Those eyes reflected light, that pulled him out of his pits.

Those eyes, lit up with fiery trust, when accusations were hurled at him. There had been warmth enough in those pools to melt away the cold shoulders of his family. Those eyes offered him shelter, gave him strength.

It was those eyes, he had fallen in love with. As he said most correctly...a love that had no aim, no hope, no reason...a love that he himself could not stop. A love that was fated all along.

the eyes which finally saw what her heart was telling all along. that he is her soulmate.

and then they spoke volumes of her love for him.. forever.

All they have to do is..'look' at each other... and the world fades away.

the only thing that lives that moment is .. them.

Swara and Sanskaar.. and SwaSan.






Aaj jane ki zidd na karo
Yunhi pehlu mein baithe raho-yun hi pehlu mein baithe raho

Tum hi socho zara kyu na rokein tumhe
jaan jati hai jab uth ke jate ho tum
tumko apni kasam janejaa baat itni meri maan lo
aaj jane ki zidd na karo..yunhi pehlu mein baithe raho

Waqt ki kaid mein jindagi hai magar
chand ghaddiyan yahi hain jo azaad hain
inko kho kar meri jane-jaan umar bhar na tarasti raho
Aaj jane ki zidd na karo
Yunhi pehlu mein baithe raho-yun hi pehlu mein baithe raho


Those flames of the sacred fire, had witnessed their lives changing so many colors. Most moments of their incredible journey was witnessed by the god of flames.

Remember when, he filled her Maang? There was a lamp with a tiny flame burning in the name of the lotus eyed lord. There were so many eyes, with varying emotions witnessing that moment, but only the flames would have been as pure as what he felt for her. It was no longer guilt, at how her brilliantly lit life was darkened by his wars, it was no longer sympathy one could hardly feel anything of the sort for someone as strong willed as she was. It was not awe either, for Sanskar had felt his far share of astonishment at this delicate soul, which left him with a need to cherish a forever. It was love and he had known it then. She was yet to know.

It had been flames that rose in anger, when his family would not believe how she was the victim and he was the monster. It was the flames that witnessed him confessing all his crimes. It was those flames that heard his confession. When he finally decided he could no longer hold it back. When Sanskar finally confessed he loved Swara.

They had taken pharas not once but twice around these flames. Once it was not the way it was supposed to be, it was left incomplete. The next time, they both promised their life and soul to each other and the flames blessed them...with warmth of love and light of happiness.

It was the same flames that lit the lamps at Diwali. When he said those memorable dialogues, "Math jaao na, main jiunga kaise?"

Fire: as pious as their love.

As fierce as their devotion.. for each other.

As pure as everything their souls stand for... and their love story.




Once upon a time, there were strings of fate tying them together. When they would pass each other, those fragile strands got entwined and brought them closer still. When one used to tug on it, try to move away, the strings would vibrate and the other would know.

Such was when a revenge driven Sanskar vowed that he would never leave Swara (Not in the context it seems to read now) she turned around and asked Ragini who was following her if someone called them. She had heard him, the unvoiced words had reached her soul. The strings had tugged her.

When he stepped to save her from certain death the strings had tugged again, and brought them so close that she saw through him right away. The strings tugged when Ragini pushed her to death, and Sanskar knew something unfortunate had happened with her. How vividly do we remember him searching for her like a man processed?😳

As they decided to fight the evil together, the strings knotted forever. That was way before they had tied the knot; their fates had tied themselves in ways more complicated than the holy vows. Those strings made her accept that she could read his eyes, those strings made her say that he is always the reason of her smile...and made him promise that he will always be. Those strings cut their souls open, when they were pulled apart by circumstances, and their tears had healed those cuts.❤️

The strings of Fate..

The Strings of Mouli.

The Strings of Love.

binding them for a lifetime... and lifetimes to come... together. forever and beyond.


A special mention for a very special symbol which holds a special place in our hearts and this special story: Handkerchief.❤️


. A little note. ...Sindhoor & Tent..

And a Song... Agar Tum Saath Ho..

Defining the Magic called SwaSan for us.




Edited by .Avengers. - 9 years ago
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SwaSan : A magical Journey from


This...


To...


To this..




PERFECTION!


Thank you for this beautiful Journey...
And being the magical YOU.

If we were to write about you.. we could write on and on and on.. till the ink is dry and pages are no more.. and yet we could keep on writing.

But words will never be enough to describe the magic that is YOU.

So all we say is... THANK YOU.❤️







Thank you for bringing alive our Sanskaar and Swara.

Where the off-screen equations are getting fake or hostile in this tele land.. love you for the genuine warmth that you share.

For your humility.

For the Love and respect you accord to your fans and everyone around.

And for being our Sanskaar and Swara.. Forever!

For giving wings to the magic that SwaSan was, is and will always be in our hearts.

SwaSan & VaHe:

A little bit of Sugar.
A little bit of Spice.
A fistful of pixie dust.
A treasure box of all that is Nice...
YOU!
Thank You❤️






Edited by .Avengers. - 9 years ago
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Edited by DivineDarkness - 9 years ago
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One year of SwaSan



Viji Saku Nimmi I love ya guys You guys are THE BEST🤗❤️



Ranjini VM is so Beautiful I wish it was bit longer😳



Bitiyaa (Ri) & Kiddo (Anki) Well I lobb ya Guys We are getting better in this😆 How I wish we were in same city 🤪


Debo thanks for arranging everything😳

Thank you Asha for all the pics😳


Well as usual I havent done anything other than doing gunda giri and making thread so Dont thank me😆



Well Done Team So proud of you guys🤗
Edited by DivineDarkness - 9 years ago
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FINALLY!!!👏 *wipes sweat*

Only two things to say


You guys, the write ups are ❤️

No PS for a month 🤣

My phone rocks.

My Momma rocks ☺️😎

We manages not to lose sleep/ kill each other this time *pats back*

Someone tweet this thread!


Screw two things.


Good job everyone, and HAPPY ANNIVERSAY SWASAN!!

Let's celebrate folks 🥳
Edited by .Avengers. - 9 years ago

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