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One of my favourite scenes of Chokher Bali- Eyesore- Rabindranath Tagore.
          	
          	"After a long pause and without looking up at Vihari she meekly asked, “What would you have me do ?” 
          	
          	“I ask nothing extraordinary of you,”  
          	replied Vihari. “Do what ordinary womanly good-sense should prompt you. Go back home.”
          	
          	Binodini.—“How ?” 
          	
          	Vihari—“I’ll escort you to the rail- 
          	way station and put you into a Ladies’ Compartment.” 
          	
          	Binodini.—“Then let me stay here for the night.” 
          	
          	Vihari.—“No, I don’t trust myself so  
          	far.” 
          	
          	At his last words Binodini bounded from her chair and dropping on the floor in front of him strained his feet to her  breast as she said : “So you own some little weakness, friend Vihari ! Don’t be perfect like an immaculate stone god. Let love for an imperfect creature stain your heart just a little !” With which Binodini repeatedly fell to kissing his feet. 
          	
          	Vihari was almost overcome by this  
          	sudden onslaught. The rigour of his body and mind perceptibly relaxed as he dropped back into his chair. Binodini feeling the limpness, the tremor in him, let go his feet and raised herself on her knees before him. Putting her arms round his neck she said : “ O Lord of my life, I know you can’t be mine for ever, but let me know that you love me even for a moment. After that  I’ll go back to my wilderness, content. I’ll ask for nothing more from any one in the world, only give me something to remember till death.” 
          	
          	Binodini closed her eyes and put her lips close to his. There was a tense silence in the room while for an instant both of them remained motionless. 
          	
          	Then with a long drawn sigh. Vihari gently undid Binodini’s arms from about his neck and moving away took another chair. 
          	
          	After clearing his choking throat he said, “ There’s a passenger train after midnight.” 
          	
          	Binodini after remaining motionless for a while said in a scarcely audible voice. "I'll take that train.""

_itsvivi_

@Prerna55 Ikr? It's literally sooo beautifulll
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Prerna55

@_itsvivi_ Now I understand how much better it'd be in Bangla
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_itsvivi_

Vihari falling in love ♥️♥️♥️:
          	  
          	  "With the photograph on his knees 
          	  Vihari hoped to be able to drive out 
          	  Binodini’s image from his mind with contumely. But Binodini’s embrace, soft with her youth, agonised with her love, still clung about his feet.
          	  
          	  “ O wanton destroyer of a happy home !” his judgment wanted to say. 
          	  But Binodini’s uplifted lips, pleading for a kiss, seemed to reply “ I love you. Out of all the world have I consecrated you mine.”
          	  
          	  But was this a sufficient reply? would it serve to drown the anguished cries of a devastated household ? O heartless witch! 
          	  
          	  Was Vihari wholly angry, or was there a trace of longing in his tone? Could his heart really reject this offering of love at a moment when it had just been left destitute, divested of all the claims of a lifelong affection? When had he even been offered anything like this! He had all his life been gleaning on the outskirts of the field of love. Now that Love itself in lavish plenitude, had served a feast on plate of gold for himself alone, what nice scruples had made this unfortunate reject it!"
          	  
          	  "What songs had remained 
          	  unsung in those rare auspicious moments, how incomplete had been the festivity. Pale and feeble seemed all his previous memories in the glow of that rosy kiss held up to him by Binodini. How could he even have got through all those years as Mahendra’s shadow ? What a futile existence. He could not then have even imagined the ravishing melodies which were now wrung from sky, earth and water by the pangs of love. How could he ever cast out from his mind the image of Binodini, whose embracing arms had in a moment lifted him into this entrancing world of beauty. Her gaze, her longing had now spread all over the universe, her passionate breathing coursed ceaselessly through his pulsating veins, the soft warmth of her touch enveloped and kept open like a flower his enraptured heart."
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-Ankitaa

Hailo ji (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

_itsvivi_

@-Ankitaa two steps aways from death but I guess I forgot my chocolates somewhere so I am gonna take a few more steps back T~T
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-Ankitaa

@_itsvivi_ kaisi hai? (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)
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_itsvivi_

@-Ankitaa huloooo
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_itsvivi_

One of my favourite scenes of Chokher Bali- Eyesore- Rabindranath Tagore.
          
          "After a long pause and without looking up at Vihari she meekly asked, “What would you have me do ?” 
          
          “I ask nothing extraordinary of you,”  
          replied Vihari. “Do what ordinary womanly good-sense should prompt you. Go back home.”
          
          Binodini.—“How ?” 
          
          Vihari—“I’ll escort you to the rail- 
          way station and put you into a Ladies’ Compartment.” 
          
          Binodini.—“Then let me stay here for the night.” 
          
          Vihari.—“No, I don’t trust myself so  
          far.” 
          
          At his last words Binodini bounded from her chair and dropping on the floor in front of him strained his feet to her  breast as she said : “So you own some little weakness, friend Vihari ! Don’t be perfect like an immaculate stone god. Let love for an imperfect creature stain your heart just a little !” With which Binodini repeatedly fell to kissing his feet. 
          
          Vihari was almost overcome by this  
          sudden onslaught. The rigour of his body and mind perceptibly relaxed as he dropped back into his chair. Binodini feeling the limpness, the tremor in him, let go his feet and raised herself on her knees before him. Putting her arms round his neck she said : “ O Lord of my life, I know you can’t be mine for ever, but let me know that you love me even for a moment. After that  I’ll go back to my wilderness, content. I’ll ask for nothing more from any one in the world, only give me something to remember till death.” 
          
          Binodini closed her eyes and put her lips close to his. There was a tense silence in the room while for an instant both of them remained motionless. 
          
          Then with a long drawn sigh. Vihari gently undid Binodini’s arms from about his neck and moving away took another chair. 
          
          After clearing his choking throat he said, “ There’s a passenger train after midnight.” 
          
          Binodini after remaining motionless for a while said in a scarcely audible voice. "I'll take that train.""

_itsvivi_

@Prerna55 Ikr? It's literally sooo beautifulll
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Prerna55

@_itsvivi_ Now I understand how much better it'd be in Bangla
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_itsvivi_

Vihari falling in love ♥️♥️♥️:
            
            "With the photograph on his knees 
            Vihari hoped to be able to drive out 
            Binodini’s image from his mind with contumely. But Binodini’s embrace, soft with her youth, agonised with her love, still clung about his feet.
            
            “ O wanton destroyer of a happy home !” his judgment wanted to say. 
            But Binodini’s uplifted lips, pleading for a kiss, seemed to reply “ I love you. Out of all the world have I consecrated you mine.”
            
            But was this a sufficient reply? would it serve to drown the anguished cries of a devastated household ? O heartless witch! 
            
            Was Vihari wholly angry, or was there a trace of longing in his tone? Could his heart really reject this offering of love at a moment when it had just been left destitute, divested of all the claims of a lifelong affection? When had he even been offered anything like this! He had all his life been gleaning on the outskirts of the field of love. Now that Love itself in lavish plenitude, had served a feast on plate of gold for himself alone, what nice scruples had made this unfortunate reject it!"
            
            "What songs had remained 
            unsung in those rare auspicious moments, how incomplete had been the festivity. Pale and feeble seemed all his previous memories in the glow of that rosy kiss held up to him by Binodini. How could he even have got through all those years as Mahendra’s shadow ? What a futile existence. He could not then have even imagined the ravishing melodies which were now wrung from sky, earth and water by the pangs of love. How could he ever cast out from his mind the image of Binodini, whose embracing arms had in a moment lifted him into this entrancing world of beauty. Her gaze, her longing had now spread all over the universe, her passionate breathing coursed ceaselessly through his pulsating veins, the soft warmth of her touch enveloped and kept open like a flower his enraptured heart."
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Those who still believe that Duryodhana meant something mal. Guys...
          
          "Therefore,
          turn around and show me your face. O son of Dhritarashtra! Remember
how Indras among men
          193 are supposed to act. You have been named
Duryodhana earlier, but that name will be uttered on earth in vain.
          194 There is no Duryodhana left in you. You are running away and
          refraining from battle. I do not see anyone to protect Duryodhana, either
          at the front or at the back. O foremost among Kurus! Therefore, run
          away from the battle. Protect your beloved life from the Pandava.”’
          
          Abhi bhi bologe?!
          
          ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

_itsvivi_

@Prerna55 Woh bhag rha tha. That's why Arjuna talked about the irony in his name and deed
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_itsvivi_

@Prerna55 Right. Invincible. Unvanquished in war
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Prerna55

@_itsvivi_ Duryodhan- He who is difficult to fight with, ig
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_itsvivi_

"They can remove painful darts stuck in ears and nose, from the body but the dart of wounding words cannot be taken out because it remains sticking to the heart."
          
          Wow, idk why but I love the line. Kudos to sage Nakula in Skanda Purana ;)

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But wait...he cursed Yajnavalkya to have called him Nakula...so...kudos to the sage who was wrongly called Nakula. You're Sakula sage. Don't curse me please T-T
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