Originally posted by Meself
So finally I write this down. I had wanted to take all my time to pour my heart out for such a brilliant piece of writing! The entire tradition coupled with its abyss and light had intrigued me so much that when I passed a cursory glance through the title Devdasi I had to make a double tap. And boy! I am so glad that I did that. Else it would have been a sheer loss at my end!
Krishnapriya was subtle, submissive and blatantly plain. She was this transparent glass that you could see through. No twisted lanes for her to traverse and no knots to open. It was like she came and then was lost in oblivion. But Devpriya was all that ignited and provoked every sense. I'd pick my bitchy, mean, calculative muse any day over that recessive lady. I can't tell you Panchaali di how much I adore those stories where you have a woman all manipulative and a man all decent. And trust me as much as I hate love stories, these kind of twist hook me to them like a dream. Even if Devpriya was rash and bitchy, one could clearly see through the pain she lived through and conquered every single day. It was just that she had learnt to look at the glass half full rather than half empty. And I am glad that the old hag died making way for Devpratim who like a guardian angel came to rescue all those oppressed souls. If only he could clearly rescue Priya too...anyways...
Priya never wanted to be rescued, she wanted to burn herself in her Dev's love and she did...
What I simply loved was the fact that the villainy here was not a mighty king lurching after an innocent soul or a divide of rich and poor making way for a heartening read. It was just the situation that even though were untangling themselves turned to worse for two people who had wanted to be there for each other but had to part ways. While going through the first few paragraphs I had been cursing Devpratim all along that why couldn't he make a stand and accept the lady he loved but then how could he? Wouldn't that take away her dignity? Wouldn't that reduce her to any common lady of those time?
Devpratim could have enjoy Devpriya's company easily after every other royals and aristocrats feared and thus refused behave wrongly with all Devdasi, but he didn't coz heacted like a true Brahman, however he ended proving himself her lover only...none can make such sacrifice except a lover
She was special, maybe too divine and maybe that was the reason why he was afraid to touch her.
Who knows his touch could taint her? I remember my maasi had her eyes moist while reading about both Devpratim and Devpriya's plight! One was struggling to save his love other had decided to destroy herself in order to be close to that love.
Now I am having tears in my eyes...tell her thanks from me π
I must tell you I love your writing, especially your poetry! How beautifully you chose to tell us everything weaved like pearls in string...
Thank you ππ
I should tell you a secret. I had copied them down
hawww π²
and used to recite it every now and then. Especially before my exams!
oh π but doesn't it effect before your exam!!! u should be with ur text book only during exams..I don't want to spoil ur exam yaar
Does that soothing effect!!
really? π awwwn π³ then okay
My maasi had wanted to read more and the very same was with me! I wish if the story could be a little longer but then maybe it would lose the charm that it has. Every other chapter held ethereal bliss. The raas, the geet, the nritya and every other aspect of it. Thank you so much di for writing it down. You've made me love, love stories; both Devpratim and Devpriya are now part of my life. And I heartily thank you for the same!! Love ya di!!
Thank you dear π€ a very very thankz to your maasi too π
P.S:- let me tell u a secret I too hate most romantic love stories of the world, people around me think I am one of the most unromantic person..actually I can't digest candy floss romance at all, that's too much for me...as per me romantic stories had to be larger than life...only then it touches heart π