jashn in red and brown
i opened facebook this morning and there were these two shots.
my
breath almost stopped. i can't explain even to myself what i feel when i
see something like this. some things are lodged too deep within,
embedded in one's sinew, heart, spleen, who knows where...
the
man in brown. the girl in red. no, she was never the woman in red...
always girl, always the best thing about that word... and he, never
anything but a man. the man.
only to her maybe he'd show the boy in him. only with him will the woman in her suddenly kindle, incandescent.. red.
the night of diwali of course came and lit up a corner. that's the night i had fallen hook, line, and bated ragged breath for them, for a show... i couldn't believe it sitting there that midnight that a thing going on on a screen ten feet away could do this to me.
that night he was in grey. she in red. and no one made red like her.
a girl backing away, her crazy uncontrollable not yet understood
longing glazing her eyes, calling out to him, her lips trembling in the
palest pink, desire darker than red.
the
night of brown was the one where i realised i am looking here not only
at a gorgeous handsome man but a fine actor, an incredible one, that
movement of emotion across his eyes, his slowly slackening jaw; an actor
with such keenness, such potential. i thought of the word... thespian.
swear. that was the night of the terrace. or what we came to call mu. he
wore brown there standing at the door of a dark treacherous terrace,
losing his mind.
breathing
has really become hard. wonder what we shall see on those ipkknd ek
jashan episodes being announced starting 24 november... on tuesdays and
saturdays it seems. i hear there are eight episodes and one more on the
making of ipk. no idea really. what will be will be.
but what is... is this moment of looking at these pictures and feeling them enter me.
gosh,
he looks so asr. yeah, a slight heavier stubble in a french cut beard
sort of style. it's been three years, asr is always trendy... bet that
look is in. but no one makes it more aaargh than asr
of course. and khushi... doesn't the hairstyle remind you of the day
she cooked frantically, looking fabulous, and he walked down the
verandah gazing at her with that smitten smile, again in brown.
and she felt her dhakdhak coming at her out of nowhere, clutched her
heart and said, sab aapki galati hai. yeah, it's all your fault. really.
and there's no jashn really like this galati.
pictures credit uploader.
ps: still wondering if i should spell the j word jashan or jashn. maybe i'll use both... they are so classic and yet here and now, sp deep and yet dancing on my skin... so why not both spellings, the written and the colloquially spoken, what.
Edited by indi52 - 8 years ago
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