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Out Of Thin Air, In The Most Uncommon Of Times - I Think About You. I Think About Spending My Hours Doing
Out of thin air, in the most uncommon of times - I think about you. I think about spending my hours doing mundane things with you. I imagine watching movies except you look at the screen and I, at you. I draw circles on you palms and I take in the air of things that surround us. We're cozied up in a couch in a September evening and the sun slowly dampens; brownish orange curtains all drawn and the brown of the outside permeates leaving an impression. And I-, I still look at you. And I tell you where we've seen the actors before and the little gestures of the love interests make you look at me as we remember how you did the same once. And with you, I feel full, as if no harm could ravage this bond; that time takes a break at this moment and all I have is you and I feel oh! so full like I doubt a mortal ever would; the world matters next to nothing and in this moment I have everything for I have you beside me, loving me just as I have you.
And I come out of it and I realize that it was but a figment of my imagination. In a matter of moments I lose you, I lose it all; and you become a memory that never happened. I feel empty like I doubt a mortal ever would.
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RUKMINI : [reaches hand to help]
KRISHNA : [aggressively moves all bags to one hand to hold Rukmini's hand]
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Of lost chances, forbidden love and remorse.
It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Films in frame: Past lives, La la land, Fleabag, Normal People, In the mood for love, Atonement, Potrait of a lady on fire, Maurice, Blue Valentine, Her
"We do not dislike everything that shines, but we do prefer a pensive lustre to a shallow brilliance, a murky light that, whether in a stone or an artefact, bespeaks a sheen of antiquity... We do love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colours and the sheen that call to mind the past that made them."
Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, 'In Praise of Shadows'