Ruchi,
That was so beautiful...thank you for choosing to give us this particular walk down memory lane in Anjali's unique perspective, we often see so little of it, and even less often, the good aspects. She is in many ways the mystery woman of IPKKND?...I agree Khushi could be intriguing, but it was honestly the poignant, pouting, limping, cringing, laughing, whimsical Anjali that stole the show and the commendation for always being the soul of Shantivan, always giving her brother and her family undivided attention in her gentle, coaxing, cajoling manner.
And yet, she was not really only soft...some of the most impactful scenes in the show belong to her, the unique one between her and Arnav from the show for me will always be the Rakshabandhan ones...both the first one where she recites that little childhood litany she and her brother made up...while looking tearfully at him with wistful eyes, and the second one, where she is delirious with joy because he wore the kurta-pajama gifted by her...
This story was in many ways waiting to be told...thank you for sketching up atleast for our feverish imaginations as crazy fans...these little vignettes and scraps torn from an album...some happier memories of a tree-shaded farmhouse, a dadaji who loved them to bits, and the omnipresent 'maa'...thanks for taking my mind through those sepia-tinted images of Di and her Chottey...zestful, peaceful, lovely!
Your inimitable style is poetry in motion, my girl, make this a more regular occurrence and our more established writers here might have serious competition for 'Writer of the Month'! Love it! 😊👏
God bless!
PS: And, while your tale is in Anjali's perspective, the song that comes to my mind for these particular scenes is only the evergreen...'Phoolon ka taaron ka sabka kehna hai,
Ek hazaaron mein meri behana hai..."
Edited by Anu567 - 8 years ago
