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Your writing is like your name, Sona indeed, its pure gold.
How do you do this? Recreating everything about a city, a street in the city, a shop in the street, the man outside the shop, the shopkeeper inside the shop, his kurta, the customer, the customer's smile, the tinkling of her pearl earrings - every little detail infused with such beauty and tenderness. Genius.
I thought I could never imagine Arnav as someone who is not all powerful, affluent and commanding. But then you proved me wrong when I read The Dreamcatcher. And here it is, again. So beautifully sketched.
Mumbling the lyrics to an old Rafi classic, he slid his head inside the neck of a white kurta, letting it stick to his damp body.
Sexiness can never be too far from Arnav, can it ? :D
I have seen writers quote poetry when they talk of love. But you went deeper and spoke of things that inspire the beauty of a love poem - music, flowers, nature, smiles - the world as a whole becomes brighter, more colorful, more delighful. You captured that, and I felt I like was in love.
Only this time he stopped to notice the flowers on his way. He realised they were zinnias, the colours of carmine and ivory. One could see a shiny happy face smiling down the road to the old bazaar, today humming a Kishore Da's Khwab Ho Tum Ya Koi Haqueeqat.
Gangtok? Lovely! Refreshing. Also loved the quote in the end, so apt and insightful. Love can take you from the heights of bliss to the depths of despair in no time, and there is nothing you can do about it, isn't it?
Brilliant :) I want Arnav to find his Khushi, Khushi draped in the maroon Kosa silk with black ambis, and in Arnav's embrace. Shona, next update joldi, please?
Edited by vgedin - 13 years ago
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