Blast from the Past Thread #25 ** Abducted Dreams ** p 129, ep 257 - Page 92

Originally posted by: wiwy

Rhea your 253 was a delight to read. It was so beautiful, and so profound that it brought to my mind the painting i had seen once of 'proshitapatika' described as one of the eight nayikas or heroines in Sanskrit and Hindi drama. She is described as waiting for her husband who was expected to return after completing his business, but hasn't arrived. She is worried for him and refuses to be consoled by her friends and family.

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 253

A beautiful word often used in Hindi poetry for Radha Krishna, Ram Sita.. "Virah".. Longing in separation from a lover.. In a soliloquy as Sita remained a captive of Ravana she sings.." She wished she could stop breathing now that she is away from Ram since it is so painful to draw in each breath. Yet the lingering hope of the eyes catching a glimpse of him again keeps her going. And she refuses to close those eyes." I was quite young when I read it and it was supposed to be a religious text. But something told me this is how separation is meant to feel.

Time passes in jolts. Sometimes chunks whizz by and sometimes each millisecond drags into an unending eternity.

It is all about love really. How with him lies her sanity, her strength. With him gone everything is dull, unreal, a shadow of what he left behind. He is her sun and the moon can only shine when the sun's life giving rays fall on it. Her center of gravity is no longer in front of her eyes. How meaningless and empty everything is! She is but hollow, incomplete without him.

She looks ethereal in white. Forlorn. Her hand curls around his shirt in a fleeting wisp of her memory. Tonight her lonely hand balls itself into a fist. Uneasy sleep. And a haunting beautiful dream, I confess, details of which I had forgotten from my first watch. Nice in a way. Like am seeing it with fresh eyes for the very first time. A splendid visual imagery that assaults your senses. Nothing grand in this low budget Indian show. The grandeur is when they catch the human emotions and display it for us to revel in. I am no Sigmund Freud. I cannot interpret the dream. But I do see the love. Pearls. Mannat ki chabhi. Her amma's payal. As women's instinct returned in full force. A lover transformed into a seer.

Destiny threw her right in the arms of a steely eyes stranger. He threw the harshest of unthinkable insults at her. A terrible adventure she had landed herself in. A place she could not even imagine remotely. Dressed in her finest and made even more alluring, a dupatta trampled under his feet. His arms around her. A handsome magnetic face that had stared right back at her.. And then had been captivated by her.. lips? Why had it felt unreal, but possibly altered her forever. Irrevocably entangled two lives. He had dared to tear away her pristine pearl dori. Those innocent jewels lay scattered at their feet. Falling as if in slow motion . Magnified hypnotic as they bounced off the hard floor. But had she been more alive than at that moment under his unwavering unnerving stare, slipping away the restrains from her hair to regain back her pride. Alive that's what this dangerous dance with fire had felt like. Khushi Kumari Gupta perhaps always had needed Arnav Singh Raizada to reach her true potential. Or simply to fill in those hollow nooks and corners within her.

What made her hold on to a key that belonged to the rude, arrogant, cynical man who made it clear he did not believe in anything nice. Why did his dreams feel precious? Worth guarding with her life. A secret just hers to treasure. An incomprehensible tie already forged with this devil incarnate. Something that safely silently remained in her bright gaudy jhola as a reminder of an inexplicable spark. She had not thrown it away but kept it close.

Her amma's payal.. He had kept that close to him. Tenderly with utmost devotion in his eyes he had placed in on her feet the night she felt like a princess in a fairy tale. Glittering gleaming lights everywhere. People celebrating all around. But just one man before her. Gazing at her like no one had ever looked at her before. Her thoughts taking an unbidden direction. She could not control them that night. Her eyes kept returning to the man who was making her feel like a woman. The most beautiful woman. She had felt a strange sense of exhilaration. Did she understand the power that she held over him? That regular Khushi Kumari Gupta had been enough and more than enough to draw Arnav Singh Raizada in. New sensations flooding and illuminating her being. She knew deep within he wanted her that night and she had wanted him. She was in love. And desire a beautiful expression of that love. He had taken care of her, made her feel safe. Magically conjured her amma's payal and put it on her. His touch has seared her skin and she had craved for more. Not sure what, but there had to be more.

But life had gotten complicated. It felt necessary to hate him when all her heart really wanted to do was shower him with affection..with love... Now he was gone and something was terribly undeniably wrong. He was calling out to her.."Khushi.." her name on his lips..his sould reaching out to his soulmate.. her.."Khushi".. A prayer.. A gentle caress.. A cry for help.. Just her.. He needed her.. Just like she needed him.. was nothing without him.. Oblivion.. She had to find him.. Reach him before it was too late.. Urgency.. Panic.. Oh where are you my love?!

Tonight she doesn't care if the whole family's sleep is disturbed. Single threaded focus on him. No ego that even after her tearful pleading he boarded the flight. He should be the one to call. No... She will call him. And if he isn't calling, some misfortune has surely befallen him. Not conscious of what everyone is thinking. No necessity to keep up appearances, behave normal, calm, collected. No... Tonight she will just be a loving wife waiting and worrying for husband. He always said we should do what feels right to us and give a damn about what is the expected norm. Tonight she unknowingly embraced it as she emerged a premika...his lover..his wife.. Her sole existence breathes of her love. It is just him. And no one else, nothing else matters but him.

Rhea, Kizh... the chabi talk ..

Originally posted by: Horizon

Rhea, Kizh... the chabi talk ..

Her crystal clear ringing voice "suniye, aap ki mannat ki chabi gir gayee" and his cold, detached... if I may.. almost a sage- like "phenk do" ringing in my head ..

The way I saw it... the evident reason was to establish her diametrically opposite ideology to his.. that she firmly believes in what he doesn't care for.. its not hers yet she couldn't knowingly throw even some one else's mannat..at this point she/they may not have any emotions for each other yet given her belief system, she perhaps felt a surreal connection seeing him there in that sacred ambience esp becos she just prayed to quazaji not to bring him to her again.. and there he is... in all his glorious gussa.. like "think of the devil".. unknowingly she must have been intrigued that there is more to this - what looks like a- currently nonexistent relationship... couldn't possibly throw..

A divine intervention was very cleverly and consistently been maintained since the start...her very coming into his own sheeshmahal to her loosing at DM temple the appointment letter of AR designs that Shyam gave her so she ended up working with him instead of at the warehouse.. And how this chabi from months ago has been instrumental in formally bonding them together in that mandir bandagement.. she wouldn't have come back to his den at RM but for that chabi...

The framework of the plot is very very coherent and unbelievably consistent for months in a tv world where characters play slave every week to the whimsical TRPs..no wonder we are still talking about it ..

Rhea, oh yeah we have all been PPs (proshitapatikas) ever since, only that you got to visually enact it too..:)

Originally posted by: kizh72

Rhea, beautiful take of episode 253. That certain connection right from the start. Why did she keep that mannat ki chaabi? He had given her no reason to do so, quite the contrary. Like Indi Di had mentioned in one of her posts, to see these two again. They were magic! How many episodes to go till we get that khushi I love you?!!!