Originally posted by: PSharada
@bold:- This was really a beautiful sequence when Khushi realizes that in all the fights she had with Arnav and after the stupid character assassination Arnav did to her(he marries her forcefully for 6 months because he thinks she is having an affair with his BIL and he wants to keep Khushi in a relationship so that his BIL does not divorce his pregnant sister) she hates Arnav but when Arnav goes missing she realizes that she has started falling for him.
Gul did have a good technical team during the initial days. The soulful Rabba Ve was penned down by her and she does write good poetry. If Gul actually pays attention and does weave a good decent story then we can get a profound and deep love story of 2 people who got married due to destiny but who find their soul mates in each other.
I can never move on from Agastya - He was so vulnerable and he loved Imlie with all his heart. He was on verge of giving her all the happiness when death snatched him. But it was destiny. Maybe Imlie and Agastya were never meant to be. And Imlie was like the Radha who loved Krishna deeply but eventually had a married life with another.
But whatever it is, I really hope they justify how and why Imlie falls in love with Surya. Surya deserves some one who can accept him as he is and not make him guilty for every single wrong thing.
We truly missed out on something beautiful, it was cruel of them to make us love them so deeply.
My heart gets heavy every time I think about it, especially Imlie’s last conversation with Agastya’s “atma” when he said that kismat’s pen ran out of ink when writing their story.
Before going to bed, here’s a little something to match your vibes:
“Losing August Babu, a bittersweet journey,
A path where sorrow and gratitude intertwine,
For in the depths of sorrow, we find,
The essence of what it meant to know him, divine.
With every tear shed, a memory blooms,
Each ache a testament to the love they shared,
For in losing him, we gained a treasure rare,
A tapestry of moments, beyond compare.
Though parted now, his presence lingers,
In every whispered breeze, in every sigh (Sai),
For the joy of knowing him, worth every tear,
Every pang of loss, a testament sincere.
So we embrace the pain, as we hold dear,
The memories of him, forever near,
For in losing him, we found the truth,
That knowing Agastya was worth the pain, forsooth.”
Edited by LKashish - 1 years ago