there can never be diwali again without my mind going to a poolside, a haircut, a backward step, a forward step, a pair of quiverting lips, a hand going up, another hand going up, a transfixed gaze, a tear rolling down the cheek, a koi matlab nahin, a means nothing, a koi matlab nahin?
............
like
a painting often when the two were together in a frame. a layer you
can't quite clearly touch, yet you know it's there in their moments
together. i have seen many "kissing" scenes, where lips actually touch, a
lot of what we think is sensual happens. and as a kid growing up in an
environment where no kissing scenes were allowed in movies, the whole
thing was naturally always intriguing, something i just had to see.
deprivation in early childhood may be the reason ha ha, but
i watch shots onscreen which involve physical stuff without flinching,
with keen concentration and maybe that's why i know exactly how i feel
when i see them. in the beginning, they were most interesting but soon
enough they just started looking pretty everyday and ordinary to me. in
fact, most times, it started feeling boring or just trying too hard to
get the audience gasping.
i
have never ever felt what i feel looking at these two. i first remember
going huh when i felt i think my upper arm going kind of hot. what? i
thought. what was that? soon enough of course all thought departed.
all they are doing is looking at each other, or stepping
forward/backward, or coming closer... they don't even kiss... and i am
getting lost, completely...
the sensuality of it all changing my breathing pattern. when his hand
touched her face, i actually almost passed out. the look in her eyes.
gah, what was this, if not jadoo, if not the best and the most
beautiful kind of nasha. their was not a streak of darkness in it, it
was lit and clean and funnily elevating.
.........
