unko sweater feels like the warmest hug i’ve had in a long, long time. it wraps you around with nostalgia and heartbreak. it talks about love, longing and what not. the kind of love that’s timid, shy and nervous. the kind that can only be expressed through poems and letters.
it’s poetic. she knitted the “ऊनको स्वीटर” for him — a sweater that was never finished, much like their story. half-baked. incomplete. full of love.
“हामी जत्ति जे गर्दा पनि सँगै भएनौं भने के गर्छौ?
म त्यस्तो हुनै दिन्न,
साँच्चै त्यस्तो भयो भने नि?
यदि त्यस्तो भयो भने म फुलै फूलको बगैंचामा सानो घर बनाउँछु अनि तिमीलाई पर्खेर बस्छु।”
this was the final conversation between them. and gosh did that torment me. those eyes gave it all away that this was the end. “when you want something, all the universe conspires to help you achieve it.” no it doesn’t. sometimes it conspires against you. sometimes, even the purest kind of love isn’t enough.
“भोलि जब हुन्छौं हामी एक अर्को सँग टाढा
फूलजस्तो माया पनि बिझाउने भन्छ काँडा।”
why do most people never end up with the ones they love the most? and why do the memories you cherished the most once, hurt you like nothing else. maybe it’s the weight of love v/s the pain of separation. but it’s never just one or the other. with time you get comfortable with sadness, which brings you joy. the comfort with the realization that it was too beautiful to be true.
i felt the movie was half-baked the whole time. it was incomplete. the story arc remains unresolved. two people meet, fall in love and grow distant. you don’t realize it until the end. but the story was built in two timelines all along. love that couldn’t blossom in one story, finds its way in another.
btw what happened to फूल?