WARNING: This writeup may not make sense, it wasn’t meant to. it is like broken pieces of a ruler, arranged in a straight line. 🙂
“ Grapes? ”
“ No, thank you”
The offeror takes a bite and chews noisily. The offeree is highly irritated, she takes a pause off the beautiful book she is reading and asks her companion;
“But there are so many other empty seats, why are you here with me?”
“’Cos I don’t want to be alone”
He holds up his tattooed henna-ed hands and smiles like a child whose arms were full of candy. It doesn’t reach his eyes though, the smile stayed on his lips daunted by his grief.
The offeror goes on with his childish, irritating quips and comments. He knows he is blowing it and this beautiful woman is probably laughing at him but he doesn’t care.
No one could make him care. He just left his heart in a cracker filled building and not even this goddess before him could hold it. He is determined to fill her with what is going on within him; despair, hate and sorrow.
What he doesn’t know is that beauty knows pain. She writes about it and when she sees it she knows. The poet smiles at him, her rouge coloured lips betraying pearly white teeth. She lets him unburden, unfurl; she watched him mourn a love that died before it could take its first breath. On the flight home, offeror tells his story, offeree listens. She gives him a gift; a book, in it a poem, in it a number .
The number sutured lives.
She made him happy as long as she was with him but when their backs are turned, glimpses of hair, skin, eyes torture his senses. Offeror sang the words of the poet and it suited him well; dark, mysterious, broken words. Fame melded with him. Who doesn’t love a broken soul with a roguish face?
Offeree’s skin was supple, smooth as butter and offeror knew; his nights were spent exploring them. Their sexually beneficial arrangement suited him just fine, it filled the hole in his heart. The hole wasn’t full but it far beats an empty street.
Everything was perfect until he saw her again.
He thought he hated her but then he knew it wasn’t true. He didn’t leave his heart in a building, he left it with her and now she was back with it and it warmed towards his chest.
But she stayed frozen, Alizeh.
Frozen like the diamond on the conjugal band around her finger.
Zombies bleed and Alizeh just spilt dark blood.
Love is a three way street in this movie and none of them has lamps. The roads lay dark, damp and lonely.
This movie is “Ae Dil Hai Mushkl” and it is frothily emotional. A story about unrequited love, as real as can be.(well, except for the songs). Even the songs got to me mehn! Made me a mushy munchkin.
My favourite was ‘Bulleya’, peep the lyrics below:
“The bird of my soul writhes
But it’s unable to find the island of peace
What should I do (2xce)
At least show me your form once
Give me some hope even if its false
What should I do (2xce)?”
I know, I know but I promise you, the translation watered it down. 😊🥺
Lets try again this time with ‘Ae dil hai mushkl’😀:
“This soul is mine, this body is mine
But they’re not as much as they’re yours
The pain that you’ve given me is right
If I’ve got it from you
Then it must be my prize”
Love is passion, Friendship is peace. At some point in life I pray you have one, or both. If you happen to have both more than once, fortunate are you.