Originally posted by: Cogito_Ergo_Sum
Nynu...I was juggling some maddening commitments, but I could not hold myself back, from telling you how achingly, poignantly lovely this chapter was. I loved reading it, I've already read it through thrice. 😳 I L.O.V.E.D it so immensely...and I. Just. Could. Not. Tolerate. waiting. 😉 😉 for a day, to post this comment.
I too loved your comment, and yet I have taken my own sweet time to get back😭😭 - though I have read it quite a number of times.
Its always been my favorite alternative for the ML track, where the amnesiac person falls in love all over again with his/ her inamorata, before recollecting the other person (or even if he/she never fully recollects that they had fallen in love before).
That is my favourite alternative, always. My contention is that when they first fell in love they were strangers and yet the hearts recognised each other. Now too they are strangers for the mind does not know but how is it that the hearts do not speak? I hate it when they show that the amnesiac (at least where there completely forget not that half baked idea we got in the serial) - it is a second chance to meet someone for the first time, so how is it that they do not fall in love all over again? I hate it , so since this is my story, I had Sanskaar fall in love with her. And since Swara is still confused, that is what he will tell her too.
The whole arc of the way SwaSan came close in the here and now, was so beautifully described. It had everything---friendship, light hearted moments, some tension between them when Swara was trying to avoid him and Sanskaar couldn't figure out why, Sanskaar's puzzlement as to why thoughts of Swara kept buzzing around in his mind, that undeniable attraction between them, romance, passion, some jealousy and a slight misunderstanding which (thankfully) did not cast its dark shadow for too long.
There was a tiny moment, when I thought I should split the entire Act III into four parts and stop this part when Swara goes home after seeing Sanskaar and Tanushree. Then I decided that it was just not fair, I had set out for three acts and six parts, which I have already extended.
It was just a simple case of misunderstanding, more because Swara is still reeling between a battle of heart and mind.
And I loved writing this part, it was a breeze, though the entire tale was quite easy to write, despite the interim tragedy in Act II.
Swara's admission of her love for him; his own poignant drunk confession----both brought tears to my eyes. Their kiss was suitably 😳 ☺️, conveyed all that is special about SwaSan. The desire and passion transcending the physical, moving to, as you put so poetically, a longing in the heart, an ache in the soul.
When two people are so inextricably intertwined, how could they ever be complete without the other person? As Rumi put it so beautifully, "When you love someone with all your heart, you shall find its echoes across the universe."
And a lovely dialogue from the movie The Prince of Persia---the movie was kind of tacky and trite 😆 but the dialogue was surely inspired by Rumi. 😊
"It is said some lives are linked across time. Connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages. Destiny."
Again, so redolent of the bond Sanskaar and Swara share----which you have distilled with such marvelous nuance, in this chapter.
That is precisely what is so magical about SwaSan, there would be and there is a sizzling electrifying physical attraction between them yet it is the soul connect that really enthralls me. Which why Swara could simply not deny him any longer and nor did it take him much time to fall in love with her. Which why however hard she tried and however puzzled he was, they just had to surrender to the powerful love they had.
As you so beautifully quoted, their lives are indeed linked across time and connected by Destiny. Few get a second chance, a chance to fall in love, with the same person, twice in a lifetime.😳
I could go on and on, picking out moments and dialogues which touched me---but it would really go on and on---because this chapter was, in my humble opinion, the highlight, the crowning jewel of this Fic. It was outstanding, conveying so much emotion in such a heartfelt manner that I was in tears at several junctures.
A few of my favorite scenes---the 'deal' striking scene between Sanskaar and Swara; their kiss, of course 😳 ☺️; the scene near the water dispenser where he confronts her, asking why she has been avoiding him; and of course, his drunken love confession. That blend of fury and tenderness with which he insisted that he would not tolerate her speaking ill of herself. 😳
And that love confession was all the more special, because he said it with such disarming directness, in front of a whole group of people whom he could not be less bothered about. 😆 And again, all the more special, because he fell in love with her without ever really consciously remembering he'd been already in love with her before. I'm inserting this in a bit of a non-linear fashion here; but I loved the way you portrayed those images of Swara working themselves into Sanskaar's mind before. Of how he wryly felt he was well on his way to losing his mind as well as his memory, imagining Swara and himself in such romantic settings, yearning to fold her into his arms and kiss her. 😉😳 He did not remember her...but he did not really need that part of his brain controlling his memory, to guide him on how she made him feel. After all, having loved her so very deeply, she had become a part of his self, in a sense. The part of the brain responsible for his sense of self, could not be circumscribed by mere memory. That was a lovely touch, a very subtle and nuanced one. 👏
To tell the truth, I like the drunk confession a little more than the gerua proposal. The gerua one was more beautiful but it was planned and executed with finesse. The drunk one was spontaneous, an unintended expression of his love for her and hence more special to me.
Here too, the confession was unexpected and Sanskaar would truly never care as to who was around them, he planned to unburden his heart and he did. Swara was the one who was conflicted as she remembered the earlier one, which she hoped and anticipated and the current one which was unexpected and leaves her bewildered.
Those images, you put it so well, indeed the heart need not be guided as to how someone makes you feel. The mind forgets but never the heart. I had so hoped that the serial would show something similar, but then all we got was that "khoooni' jaap.
@bold above, that makes me apprehensive and indifferent about the final chapter. Apprehensive that the final chapter could be a let down and indifferent cause however hard I try there is no way I could match this chapter😕
I am simply going to finalise the draft without worrying too much and leave you guys to decide.😊
You deserve a standing ovation for this Nynu----I love Amaranthine, as you know. And this chapter, is so absolutely, compellingly awesome. It elevates an already marvelous fic to another level altogether. Superb. 👏
Can't wait now for the Next chapter...you said it was going to be the last? 😭 I shall miss this Fic intensely----but I guess there would be an Epilogue. 😊
@bold above - and that is why it took me so long to get back😳😳😳 Each time I would reach this point, I would go back to reading my own chapter, pat myself and generally end up with a very goofy and satisfied smile on my face. (akin to a Cheshire cat who has had a lot of cream, in fact the entire cream in the village, a very large village😊)
Epilogue - not planned.😊
Lots of Love,
-------Viji
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