You know, I was wondering to myself earlier this afternoon if you guys had gone on a joint post hiatus since the last one was a few weeks ago (though, I'm sure the current lack in the episodes has a little to do with it). What a wonderful surprise, ladies...here you are!!!
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Gan, that collage, as always, is stunning. Love the B&W + Color...and it can't go unnoticed that the frame with My RKB's smile is bigger. 😉😳
Doc. I have no words for your words. I'm speechless as usual.
It's no secret that the both of you leave me in awe...I shall not say anything more.
(I'm the cheerleader, remember?)
Borrowed Lines:
"So many days, oh so many days
seeing you so tangible and so close,
how do I pay, with what do I pay?
The bloodthirsty spring
has awakened in the woods.
The foxes start from their earths,
the serpents drink the dew,
and I go with you in the leaves
between the pines and the silence,
asking myself how and when
I will have to pay for my luck.
Of everything I have seen,
it's you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I've touched,
it's your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
What am I to do, love, loved one?
I don't know how others love
or how people loved in the past.
I live, watching you, loving you.
Being in love is my nature.
You please me more each afternoon.
Where is she? I keep on asking
if your eyes disappear.
How long she's taking! I think, and I'm hurt.
I feel poor, foolish and sad,
and you arrive and you are lightning
glancing off the peach trees.
That's why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss."
~Neruda
"Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps...perhaps...love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath."
~ LM Montgomery
"It has made me better loving you...it has made me wiser, and easier, and brighter. I used to want a great many things before, and to be angry that I did not have them. Theoretically, I was satisfied. I flattered myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation; I used to have morbid sterile hateful fits of hunger, of desire. Now I really am satisfied, because I can't think of anything better. It's just as when one has been trying to spell out a book in the twilight, and suddenly the lamp comes on. I had been putting out my eyes over the book of life, and finding nothing to reward me for my pains; but now that I can read it properly I see that it's a delightful story."
~ Henry James
Love.
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PS: Of course the confession is pure IshRa perfection.
Her hitting him with divorce papers, spewing Tamil at him as she always does when she's angry - asking him how dare he have the audacity.
Her "I love you" which was really a "You idiot, do I really have to spell it out for you?"
His "I love you" which was really "Yea, I'm an idiot. Okay, I'll stop fighting it, running from it, ignoring it. You're right. There's no denying it."
She was scolding him, and he was guilty as charged, and it was pure understated...
Perfection.
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