episode 27
"khushi"
"then love knew it was called love.
and when i lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way."
~~~ pablo neruda ~~~
El amor supo
entonces que se llamaba amor.
Y cuando levant mis ojos a tu nombre
tu corazn de pronto dispuso mi camino.
(Neruda one of
my favourite poets)
"khushi"
the first time ever he called out her name. in panic, scared, uncanny feeling
of disaster creeping in. almost a prayer. and she opened her eyes. 27 became
magical at that very moment amid all the rain, thunder, lightning, and
collapsing scaffolding. he had quickly connected the dots and realised she was
most probably stranded in the dilapidated building. in seconds he was in his
suv, angry with sinha, rushing to find her, eyes gripped by worry, maybe a
trace of guilt too. felt like the longest drive possibly, he screeched to a
halt at the guesthouse, almost crashing into the building. he looked at the
structure and his feet spoke before his mind did.
he ran.
inside only darkness and clutter, but no sign of life. when he picked up the
bag and saw her phone, he knew she was around and alone. fear seized his
senses. his eyes stilled, then lit up imagining perhaps the worst.
her name came surging out of him. a desperate call.
then once more, decibel ascending. what had started the week before, that
blinding awareness which wouldn't leave him alone, making him angry, mad at
her, that seemed to add on an unnamed emotion. the man who had hollered
"miss gupta!" that same morning, just let go of his inhibitions and
called out to her, it seemed to me, from somewhere deep deep inside.
khushi... khsuhi. and a new journey began.
he found his way to her finally. when he forced open the door and looked at her
huddled in a corner in the dark, he was beside himself with relief and tension,
both filling him at once. a man of quick decisions and action, he knew there
wasn't much time to lose, he went up to her and looked at her, then bent down
catching hold of her hand, intent on taking her away to safety.
tear stained, mind fuzzy with all the terrible feelings of the day, first
his screaming and harshly sending her away, then the horror of being trapped in
a crumbling building, crying out for help while no one listened, she was beyond
resistance or thought. or so it seemed.
he pulled her up in one urgent motion, she stood up
as her loosened plait gave way and her hair opened. as he looked at her, her
hair flew wild like the elements outside, framing her beautiful face, now storm
tossed. (Sanaya was breathtaking here,❤️ she looks
so wildly beautiful here as if reflecting the stormy weather)a feeling of great force entered and permeated the scene.
words from a very old song floated into my mind... kuch na kaho, kuch
bhi na kaho... samay ka ye pal thamsa gaya hai... aur is pal mein koi nahin
hai... bas ek main hoon... bas ek tum ho. yes it did seem like that. there was him and her, and
nothing else in the whole wide universe. not even time.
(that scene, this suspesion of time made me think of one of my favourite French
poems by Lamartine :
Suspend your trek O Time!
Suspend your flight
O favoring hours, and stay!
Let us pause, savoring the quick delight
That fills the dearest day.
he felt it. i wonder if she did. or maybe there was too much passion of another
kind in her at the moment for this to register.
we cross infinity with every step
we meet eternity in every second
~~~ rabindranath tagore ~~~
they hurtled out of the room. and as he went ahead, she suddenly stopped. he
knew something was coming. he tried to gather his composure, tell her he had no
idea... but she was in no mood to listen.
at last. after all that. everytjhing that had transpired between them from the
day they met. all his insults, his cruel behavioiur, his inexplicable insults,
his everything.
at last it all got to her.
and a rage more fierce than the elements outside
broke. 👏khushi let arnav singh raizada have it. no mr arnav singh
raizada, you listen to me. she rode into him, lacerating in her fury, how dare
he, how dare he do this to her. not just a minor this or a little that, your
whole life is based on a wrong foundation.
magnificent gussa. asr had met his match it seemed.👍🏼
(exactly
my thought magnificent gussa indeed, and what I loved more is that we see the woman
in her here, cos that rage and strength is so much of a woman with big W,
Sanaya was absolutely, absolutely brilliant, have to say was proud of khushi go
go girl)
she pushed him when he tried to hold her, she
shoved him with all her might. her anger poured its lethal torrent, wanting to
do permanent damage. 👏in the end, he knew he had to act, if not anything,
to stop her tirade, calm her down. and yes, his temper wasn't exactly
languishing silently, it was rising at every word, every push from her. he
caught hold of her arms and held her, determined to have his way. without words
if necessary.
"never be afraid of the moments - thus sings the voice of
the everlasting."
~~~ rabindranath tagore ~~~
starting last week, it has been about moments. that have more in them than
words or script can describe. everything is getting more murmurous with
flutters of unknown unspoken feelings, instincts, senses. the sixth sense is at
work and more compelling than the other five. the subtext is rich, richer.
today, three such moments. her name on his lips;
the two of them caught in a space beyond time; the kindling of something in her
expressed in wild anger.
when he saw her in her saree, then saved her and held her in the rain, something
in him changed. he resisted, in his typical way. with gussa. but knowing she
was in imminent danger, and he had put her there even if without realising,
something in him shattered more. and felt more. the winds knew it. maybe even
she did. let's see what happens tomorrow.
I hope you don't mind me posting this here but I culdn't resist the temptation was too strong😆
Loved
the ones in purple, in blue sharing some thoughts. Our demzel in distress turned
out to be quite a tigress didn't she.😉
be back with some thought on epi 28.❤️
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