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y'know? i was gonna miss this episode today. after a mind-crunching rehersal, the group was off to a mexican meal to prove that we could all truly be civilised with each other... and i was 'bout to trot off with the bunch. except there was an pcp who was waiting outside, impatient to whisk me off to watch the show! she's such a bully sometimes... and man, am i glad she is! 🤣
i'm confused 'bout today's bt,lt though. is probably gonna be a prem things, heer things more than a big thing, little things today... 😆 so to be unbiased, 'm gonna club things together, so that it still looks like a bt,lt...
* heer thing: i soooo desperately loved the way she stormed to prem and demanded what the heck he was doing with harman downstairs!
y'know? i've always loved the fact that from the moment she met him, heer owned prem. she did. even before she knew that he owned her right back (from that wonderful ''tumhare ankhon mein itna dard kyun hai'' phhandoooooooooooooooooh onwards), heer always acted like she owned prem. those fierce tears in her eyes as he mutely got engaged to ashlesha was soooo indicative of that...
but one thing 'bout heer was that her demeanour was always the sati-savitri type of owner of prem. i mean, think back: when he was doing his mega sacrifice for veera, the way she demanded why he didn't tell her. or when she ran after him 'bout sanjana's sari. that was a more meek heer.
marriage seems to have changed heer in very subtle ways: prem has not got a meek wife! and oh, i so love that! this episode was full of that heer!
she is scolding when she asks him what he did with harman.
she is scolding when she threatens his little brother preet.
she is bluntly honest when she says she just can't eat food he cooks! 🤣
she is sooo frustrated when prem suggests that he find something else to do while she puts up the pictures -- she had sooo totally thought that would a cozy husband-wife sharing task! 🤣
she is lovingly appreciative when prem tells her he's read 'bout cooking and hop-skip-jumps off to ''share'' duties with his wife.
she is openly distressed when she sees that kitchen that looks like an earthquake hit it.
and more...
she is totally come-hither with that deep neck kurta.
she is totally aware of his gentlemanly desperation to keep away from her - and his raging need to be with her. and she uses it!!
and so, she is a total siren with her demure little under-the-eyelashes look, her crossed feet as she sits apparently engrossed in flipping the pages of a magazine 🤣 *heer! people read magazines, not flip through it at 19 pages to a dozen!* , her teeny smiles, her whole ''um...i don't need the ac'' when he soooooo desperately does need it!, her total control of her hands compared with his flailing ones.
i love heer. i do. i want her to be like she was today -- forever. in control. in love. in happiness. in smiles all the time...
* prem thing: and her husband! seriously, this is a match made in heaven! today, they may have been trying to push all my buttons, but hey! heer was there fighting for the girls-side-of-the-force. so i could sit back and relax and just enjoy watching prem on screen.
i burst into laughter seeing him in white again. no, no, he didn't look funny. but his kurta was buttoned up all the way! that is sooooooo prem! *i suspect, 'cause that's soooo hc, but...* i'm so glad that hasn't changed.
*and please note: there's a good reason why i'm hired to roll up the sleeves of his white shirts -- what an untidy rollup that poor kurta's sleeves were. no matter, though... it was - after all - on prem arms, no? hateful guy... 🤣*
i loved the way he rubbed his stomach searching for his mom to get him food... such a guy thing! 😆
oh, and the contrast in attitudes when they discovered they were on their own -- i loved, loved, loved the way he got even more antsy than heer when he discovered they were on their own in that big old house. it was like: i'm the guy, i have to be a gentleman! it is the girl's job to seduce the guy -- but i have to honour the (totally brain-dead!) promise we have chosen to uphold... 😆
i mean, it's one thing to have the girl sitting demurely with her ankles crossed... it's totally cute when the guy does it too!!! 🤣
and that ac thing! ho! is someone feeling hot suddenly? hmmmm.... prem! 🤣
but i must say: his face when the music comes on! it's like the music is saying everything that is in his mind, his heart, his fingertips, his belly, his toes - that he wants heer, he wants heer, he wants heer. i soooo loved that startled look he instantly throws at her as if to see: has she heard it? has she noticed it? has she discovered that's what i want?? *and of course, siren heer just sits there, demurely, in her deep neck kurta, eyes reflecting the same message back at him... * poor prem. poor thing! i couldn't hate him today even if i wanted to... 'cause i soooo understood why his feet moved back and he switched the music off firmly. 😆
and i must say this too: i admired his courage to come sit so close to heer.. to try to make civilised conversation - calmly- with her. although, it wasn't at all calm! did anyone else get a trace of hip-hop in that suddenly babbling prem?? 😆
i admired that he was smart enough to figure that a picture-hanging session with heer is a potential hole through which he could lose all his sanity.
but what i couldn't figure was: why, oh why, did he choose to cook??? ''mein nay padda hai''??? prem!!! i loved the way heer tried to stop him. but being heer - she who loves prem always and so much that she gives him space - she actually lets him go. and doesn't follow to see what he's upto! loved that heer smile. *thinking* actually, i just love heer smiling. period! 😃
was there anything as brilliant as that whole prem-takes-over-the-kitchen segment? i was giggling wildly through the whole thing. *thank goodness, i wasn't at home -- mom is already considering cutting off cable! 🤣*
the really best bit was just how much time he spent preening in front of his thali-mirror!!! 🤣 it soooo made sense. this is a guy who runs a hotel. so he has experience with kitchen staff. and that's what he knows 'bout the kitchen! that the chef's the guy with the top chef hat! that's it! that's what's there to cooking! 🤣 *btw, prem in an apron has got to be a fashion statement -- wasn't it incredible how good he made that rather drab apron look??? drat that guy!😆*
and then i discovered there was something as brilliant as prem-takes-over-the-kitchen -- and that was prem-defends-his-kitchen-from-heer!!!! bwaaaaaa....hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! d'you know what i really loved most 'bout that segment? *other than the shot that showed off his beautiful face under that paper cap, eyes and mouth open wide with guilt, turning around when heer calls, startled, throwing up the vegetables in his hand?? 🤣 i sooo hope khushi has caps up today, 'cause i want that!* i loved the way in which he touches heer changes from the start to the end of the segment. at first, he's still in i-want-heer mode at the beginning: as she's flapping around like a chick who has lost her mother hen, he's trying to get her to calm down. but he doesn't want to touch her. it's all finger action. but then, when he sees that she's not listening to him, he firmly grabs her -- floured, masala-ed hands and all! -- and tells her to go upstairs, keep faith in him and wait for his call! i loved that. i totally loved that.
*of course, it's continued below! koi shaq!!???! 😆*
i'm confused 'bout today's bt,lt though. is probably gonna be a prem things, heer things more than a big thing, little things today... 😆 so to be unbiased, 'm gonna club things together, so that it still looks like a bt,lt...
* heer thing: i soooo desperately loved the way she stormed to prem and demanded what the heck he was doing with harman downstairs!
y'know? i've always loved the fact that from the moment she met him, heer owned prem. she did. even before she knew that he owned her right back (from that wonderful ''tumhare ankhon mein itna dard kyun hai'' phhandoooooooooooooooooh onwards), heer always acted like she owned prem. those fierce tears in her eyes as he mutely got engaged to ashlesha was soooo indicative of that...
but one thing 'bout heer was that her demeanour was always the sati-savitri type of owner of prem. i mean, think back: when he was doing his mega sacrifice for veera, the way she demanded why he didn't tell her. or when she ran after him 'bout sanjana's sari. that was a more meek heer.
marriage seems to have changed heer in very subtle ways: prem has not got a meek wife! and oh, i so love that! this episode was full of that heer!
she is scolding when she asks him what he did with harman.
she is scolding when she threatens his little brother preet.
she is bluntly honest when she says she just can't eat food he cooks! 🤣
she is sooo frustrated when prem suggests that he find something else to do while she puts up the pictures -- she had sooo totally thought that would a cozy husband-wife sharing task! 🤣
she is lovingly appreciative when prem tells her he's read 'bout cooking and hop-skip-jumps off to ''share'' duties with his wife.
she is openly distressed when she sees that kitchen that looks like an earthquake hit it.
and more...
she is totally come-hither with that deep neck kurta.
she is totally aware of his gentlemanly desperation to keep away from her - and his raging need to be with her. and she uses it!!
and so, she is a total siren with her demure little under-the-eyelashes look, her crossed feet as she sits apparently engrossed in flipping the pages of a magazine 🤣 *heer! people read magazines, not flip through it at 19 pages to a dozen!* , her teeny smiles, her whole ''um...i don't need the ac'' when he soooooo desperately does need it!, her total control of her hands compared with his flailing ones.
i love heer. i do. i want her to be like she was today -- forever. in control. in love. in happiness. in smiles all the time...
* prem thing: and her husband! seriously, this is a match made in heaven! today, they may have been trying to push all my buttons, but hey! heer was there fighting for the girls-side-of-the-force. so i could sit back and relax and just enjoy watching prem on screen.
i burst into laughter seeing him in white again. no, no, he didn't look funny. but his kurta was buttoned up all the way! that is sooooooo prem! *i suspect, 'cause that's soooo hc, but...* i'm so glad that hasn't changed.
*and please note: there's a good reason why i'm hired to roll up the sleeves of his white shirts -- what an untidy rollup that poor kurta's sleeves were. no matter, though... it was - after all - on prem arms, no? hateful guy... 🤣*
i loved the way he rubbed his stomach searching for his mom to get him food... such a guy thing! 😆
oh, and the contrast in attitudes when they discovered they were on their own -- i loved, loved, loved the way he got even more antsy than heer when he discovered they were on their own in that big old house. it was like: i'm the guy, i have to be a gentleman! it is the girl's job to seduce the guy -- but i have to honour the (totally brain-dead!) promise we have chosen to uphold... 😆
i mean, it's one thing to have the girl sitting demurely with her ankles crossed... it's totally cute when the guy does it too!!! 🤣
and that ac thing! ho! is someone feeling hot suddenly? hmmmm.... prem! 🤣
but i must say: his face when the music comes on! it's like the music is saying everything that is in his mind, his heart, his fingertips, his belly, his toes - that he wants heer, he wants heer, he wants heer. i soooo loved that startled look he instantly throws at her as if to see: has she heard it? has she noticed it? has she discovered that's what i want?? *and of course, siren heer just sits there, demurely, in her deep neck kurta, eyes reflecting the same message back at him... * poor prem. poor thing! i couldn't hate him today even if i wanted to... 'cause i soooo understood why his feet moved back and he switched the music off firmly. 😆
and i must say this too: i admired his courage to come sit so close to heer.. to try to make civilised conversation - calmly- with her. although, it wasn't at all calm! did anyone else get a trace of hip-hop in that suddenly babbling prem?? 😆
i admired that he was smart enough to figure that a picture-hanging session with heer is a potential hole through which he could lose all his sanity.
but what i couldn't figure was: why, oh why, did he choose to cook??? ''mein nay padda hai''??? prem!!! i loved the way heer tried to stop him. but being heer - she who loves prem always and so much that she gives him space - she actually lets him go. and doesn't follow to see what he's upto! loved that heer smile. *thinking* actually, i just love heer smiling. period! 😃
was there anything as brilliant as that whole prem-takes-over-the-kitchen segment? i was giggling wildly through the whole thing. *thank goodness, i wasn't at home -- mom is already considering cutting off cable! 🤣*
the really best bit was just how much time he spent preening in front of his thali-mirror!!! 🤣 it soooo made sense. this is a guy who runs a hotel. so he has experience with kitchen staff. and that's what he knows 'bout the kitchen! that the chef's the guy with the top chef hat! that's it! that's what's there to cooking! 🤣 *btw, prem in an apron has got to be a fashion statement -- wasn't it incredible how good he made that rather drab apron look??? drat that guy!😆*
and then i discovered there was something as brilliant as prem-takes-over-the-kitchen -- and that was prem-defends-his-kitchen-from-heer!!!! bwaaaaaa....hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! d'you know what i really loved most 'bout that segment? *other than the shot that showed off his beautiful face under that paper cap, eyes and mouth open wide with guilt, turning around when heer calls, startled, throwing up the vegetables in his hand?? 🤣 i sooo hope khushi has caps up today, 'cause i want that!* i loved the way in which he touches heer changes from the start to the end of the segment. at first, he's still in i-want-heer mode at the beginning: as she's flapping around like a chick who has lost her mother hen, he's trying to get her to calm down. but he doesn't want to touch her. it's all finger action. but then, when he sees that she's not listening to him, he firmly grabs her -- floured, masala-ed hands and all! -- and tells her to go upstairs, keep faith in him and wait for his call! i loved that. i totally loved that.
*of course, it's continued below! koi shaq!!???! 😆*
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