And he read on to be a readerThe concept started on a note of interrogation. Why did she limit herself? The most complex sphere to deal is – relationship. Relations are meshed, crushed, used, returned, forsaken, benumbed … still they persist. They grow even without acknowledgement. So many poets, authors and many more to come will investigate, read, be read, learn, understand … yet so many formats will still be unvisited. My entire mind was in tabula rasa, after “the reader.” Probably, because I waited for long, I expected a lot and ultimately satiated.
What is this feeling that engulfs, completes, fills and never ever drains out. The body is significant, but more than that a mental affiliation is necessary. An urge for a woman not to show, a longing for a man to crave … crave even after he was brought down to ashes by words. The sternness of Hana’s voice was a form of self revelation; she was a beyond where both skin and touch could not reach. She had words all her life … hovered for them; she shied away in loss of them. What she wanted was not clarified, but a woman would never give in to despise … she will never be a burden (not physically I meant, but mentally). She knew it was time to move on.
Micheal, on the other side trying to cope up with the new world, an unexplored part … never knowing when this exploration will make him – complete. He was so full within that later nothing could touch him. No sense, no affection could bring the soul to life. Water, is the best metaphor in the entire movie; it drains, washes, touches … satiates … not leaving a mark outside. The “inside” is too delicate, never revealing the poetry that’s being created till its left by the creator.
Multiple feelings, innumerable emotions, rebels, destruction, creation, breaking boundaries, instituting morality, writing and rewriting fallacies, belonging, hurting … never parting. Thousand narrations in just two hours … were uplifting the unfathomable emotion. To add a concluding note, at last he shares … shares the “inside” with his world, his daughter, his voice echoing and traversing time reaching soul to soul – a sweet touch of life.
What is this feeling that engulfs, completes, fills and never ever drains out. The body is significant, but more than that a mental affiliation is necessary. An urge for a woman not to show, a longing for a man to crave … crave even after he was brought down to ashes by words. The sternness of Hana’s voice was a form of self revelation; she was a beyond where both skin and touch could not reach. She had words all her life … hovered for them; she shied away in loss of them. What she wanted was not clarified, but a woman would never give in to despise … she will never be a burden (not physically I meant, but mentally). She knew it was time to move on.
Micheal, on the other side trying to cope up with the new world, an unexplored part … never knowing when this exploration will make him – complete. He was so full within that later nothing could touch him. No sense, no affection could bring the soul to life. Water, is the best metaphor in the entire movie; it drains, washes, touches … satiates … not leaving a mark outside. The “inside” is too delicate, never revealing the poetry that’s being created till its left by the creator.
Multiple feelings, innumerable emotions, rebels, destruction, creation, breaking boundaries, instituting morality, writing and rewriting fallacies, belonging, hurting … never parting. Thousand narrations in just two hours … were uplifting the unfathomable emotion. To add a concluding note, at last he shares … shares the “inside” with his world, his daughter, his voice echoing and traversing time reaching soul to soul – a sweet touch of life.
