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Hi dear ones 🤗 Sneha here.
New to DBO forum... So I'll just start with a 🤗
Happened to start watching DBO recently and got hooked to it... Courtesy- someone called Omkara
Had a marathon of past episodes running in the past few weekends and I'm already in awe with the potential that Rikara - the characters and actors hold.
One thing that strikes me about this forum is the heap of talents that I happen to stumble across, as I indulge myself in so many wonderful posts and creations out here. I'm one happy stumbler here. Hats off to you guys. You make this place magical.
Today- 4th July 2017 ... I was left dumbstruck again at how these characters and actors pull off subtle emotions so beautifully. By the end of it I was left with this fuzzy feel... and I needed to share... And since its Rikara I hope you wouldn't mind my babbles.
As I make this post, I remember Faye's heart rendering OS that I stumbled across days ago... (proof that stumbling has its own perks) Thanks Faye for the WORDS .. Yeh le teri Jhappi 🤗
From the babbles to the crux of this post...Here's my take on the Rikara scene in the rain
May God be your strength as my words and the typos rain on you (pun intended)😆
Amidst this very tear-jerking time... this rain will smell of memories.
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Rain On Me
She stirs in cozy sleep and
flickers her eyes to behold,
The sight of her very hazy desire
~Of the one she wants to hold.
Shiver running down her spine, she wonders
For the cold does never bother,
Tugging her entwined hands from his
~Its the warmth that does that rather.
If he were to be beside her,
holding her close and rightly awake,
He'd have heard the wrecking sound
~ That her breaking heart would make.
With thunder raging within her,
The cloud of sadness so akin,
Tears meander along her tender face
~As she falls apart, like her twin.
Away from his coffee orbs,
She stands beneath the pouring sky,,
Waiting for any sign
~Of the 'whens' and 'hows' and 'whys'.
Dearth of her fanning breath has him
Rise from his dreamy sleep,
Finding no traces of the petite soul
~He's filled with a yearning deep.
Framed by the striking darkness,
Seeping through the very bone,
The wobbles of her shoulders
~A tell tale of their own.
Millions of pieces shattering,
Deafening the silent cry for help
Pieces that she could never
~Put back together herself.
All was lost to fate
Till he came with a new leash,
Holding on to her with
her every shattered piece
Silencing the pitter patter,
Of all the "go" and "stay"
She moulds herself into his arms
~Just like his cherished clay
He holds on to her dearly,
Till the wee hours of morn,
Drenched in rain yet warming up
~To a promising beautiful dawn.
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Here's a much simple take ... I'll let the gifs do the talking...
I was 'Joy' when they were together
I was 'Sadness' when they were alone
And then I realised...
Sadness atop her raining cloud...
is never quite alone
Joy follows her right behind ...
safely guiding her HOME
Till we meet again
Loads of ❤️ and 🤗
Sneha
** P.S: (for the love of post scripts! and gifs!)
All the awesome gif makers... Could you please conjure your wonderful creations on the rain scene and recliner scene?
Mais?????? Girl your gifs at KYY forum were to die for... and i'm yet to binge on the creations gallery out here
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