Blast from the past thread#2! Episode 31- page 128 - Page 108

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

In Blue totally agrees with you because she was an adopted child and had no one to share her thoughts and feelings but Payal and in return Payal who was always besides her really does care for her,stands for her through thick and thin.Nice😊

Originally posted by: anita_21492

You said it so much better than I did!!!!!!

Originally posted by: indi52

in the silence, something seeped into him and all he could do was be its captive. his hands moved without volition, almost as though pulled by a magnet toward her face. he had no idea what he was doing, just that he had to do this. for she had touched him already. with her tear.

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"touch has memory."
~~~ john keats ~~~

a sense was awakened today. touch. physical, emotional, in the gut, in the heart. he thrust her back against a huge drum of some sort, wanting to calm her, and himself perhaps too. the searing storm had entered both, and swirled dangerously. he had no idea things were in such a state, he said. as he watched, her face spoke fire, anger, transiting to pain and surprisingly almost a plea for mercy; he hadn't realised how hard he was holding her wrist. a tear formed and fell.

all through played rabba vey in the layer beyond, speaking of connection beyond words beyond logic beyond the limits of our reality, even when there was anger, when everything hurt, there was no looking back. sight had made the crack in the fortress wall, sound of her name revealed how hard it had hit, now touch smashed a rampart. beautiful direction and feel for the moment. tremulous, strains of rabba vey played on.

a glistening pearl on his hand. then another. like his first, then second call: khushi.

as though first drops of rain on parched earth. and they flooded his heart. stronger than an ocean, swifter than the rain. he freed her wrist and grappled with unknown feelings. those tears, what were they doing to him. his eyes wouldn't, couldn't leave her face.
 

before he could pull himself together, she passed out. limp, and trusting in his arms. concern and bafflement...
and so it was that his gaze fell on a stray strand of hair and a desire he couldn't understand or overcome took over.

to touch.

to feel that hair and tuck it behind that ear, to stroke a cheek, and then another? why, asr, why? he had no answer. he wasn't even thinking. she had let go on him, and he just wanted to be there with her. tender, loving, gentle, sweet, just feeling her innocent skin against his. something beyond him pulled him and kept him there.

"see how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
o that i were a glove upon that hand,
that i might touch that cheek!"
~~~ romeo's soliloquy, william shakespeare
     
      he lifted his hand and did as he felt compelled to. i felt my breath stay still as this most intoxicating sequence unfolded.

later he would pick her up in his arms, cradle her like a child, something precious, and take her to his suv, then her home. there, he'd be greeted by a sister's wrath, and an aunt's curses; insulted, shown the door. yet all he'd know is that she held on to his shirt, that he had to be gentle with her, that he couldn't just leave without knowing she was alright. he'd notice his finger marks on her wrist, and the cut on the other, her blood, red, deep, alive in that ugly gash.

he'd been responsible for that too.

someone called shyam would make him wonder. was he thinking this is a man important to her? did he not like it? in the car, a broken bangle, she'd left behind a memory for him, and then he'd see the wound on his palm. his blood, red, deep, alive. had their blood touched?













a dupatta once had billowed with abandon and caressed his face, now it streamed out and marked memories, catching the tale in its folds. i listened, captivated. the makers of this story had a strange passion to tell it well, take it deeper than the idiot box's measurements and reach. their simple devices to cross into another dimension, one beyond the senses five: a churi, a dupatta, a jalebi, a couch.. among them the dupatta so elegant, so eloquent. romantic, unheeding of good sense, going to forbidden places and touching eternity whenever it wished.
      
      

the episode was ballet like, musical, and a song just kept coming to me. listen to it while you read, might be more fun. 😳

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Originally posted by: indi52

katelyn.
that was lovely. was surprised to notice my heart still skips beat on that diwali i want to kiss you now scene. the rest i sat with the sweetest memories and happiness. aur kya. tell you, zoha and shy when they get going, the vm becomes just something else. till i came to the forum, never knew a thing called vm existed.

have a good night. see you soon.

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

Indi,
Just absolutely amazing as always.  I say this so much, but truly mean it when I say your writing puts me in a state of awe!  Thank you for the feelings you inspire, those same butterflies in my stomach as when I watched IPK.  Also, Shakespeare in Love and Romeo and Juliet are some of my most favorite films.  That line from the play is most appropriate for this episode and it says it all. The awe of ASR as he looked upon Kushi.  Just loved it all especially the purple.  Simply perfection!
"see how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
o that i were a glove upon that hand,
that i might touch that cheek!"
~~~ romeo's soliloquy, william shakespeare

Originally posted by: indi52

cynthia 🤗

thanks so much, you say things that make me want to write 😆. thought i'd just pick up bits of the episode that stirred my feelings and talk about them, and see how long even tahts' becoming. there is way to much in the show, a lot of the layers come from the depth of portrayal by both barun and sanaya. i loved shakespeare in love. what a smart yet touching story. beautiful acting. maybe i should see it again. 😳

Originally posted by: indi52

hi all, good morning from here in the east, 🤗

how are things with all? haven't seen barundiwani in a while. missing her and that drool corner of hers. swoon. perfect pick up for a dull day.

and me in slightly silly state post the last two weeks of ipk. listening to elvis singing falling in love with you incessantly, sometimes in between repeats of gulabi aankhen by atif aslam. pagalkhana calls.

see you all later. will update the 30/31 snapshots a little later. my photobucket is overflowing with these dizzying images. must find a way to keep it warm and ticking.

Originally posted by: indi52

hi all, good morning from here in the east, 🤗

how are things with all? haven't seen barundiwani in a while. missing her and that drool corner of hers. swoon. perfect pick up for a dull day.

and me in slightly silly state post the last two weeks of ipk. listening to elvis singing falling in love with you incessantly, sometimes in between repeats of gulabi aankhen by atif aslam. pagalkhana calls.

see you all later. will update the 30/31 snapshots a little later. my photobucket is overflowing with these dizzying images. must find a way to keep it warm and ticking.