Yeh Jawaani Hai Diwaani (2013) #SherylPuthur

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Directed By: Ayan Mukerji

Written By: Ayan Mukerji

Cast:

Ranbir Kapoor – Kabir “Bunny” Thapar

Deepika Padukone – Naina Talwar

Aditya Roy Kapur – Avinash “Avi” Arora

Kalki Koechlin – Aditi Mehra

Kunaal Roy Kapur – Taran Saxena

Language: Hindi                      Genre: Coming-of-age; Romantic-Comedy

Ayan Mukerji’s next directorial venture Yeh Jawaani Hai Diwaani was announced under Dharma Productions and I was excited – a) it was Ayan Mukerji’s next after Wake Up Sid which I loved b) it had one-time couple Deepika Padukone and Ranbir Kapoor as the lead pair. Not that I thought they had a stunning chemistry in Bachna Ae Haseeno that I was dying to see them together rather that I wanted to see how they would deliver their onscreen romance after their rather public parting.

Then the media blitzkrieg started and the promotions (of which I saw a trailer and the song sequence Badtameez Dil) convinced me that the film was going to be a commercial potboiler not out of place in the Karan Johar repertoire and it didn’t disappoint. The film is Wake Up Sid meets Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham minus the excessive melodrama.

The film is very interior like Wake Up Sid and has some brilliant shots. The screenplay is well written and the cinematography is lovely. The film is peppered with songs and Pritam’s music is catchy and soulful – in one word, brilliant. The songs though well shot is like in any other Hindi film a music break. It adds to the story but should Ayan Mukerji have sought to remove it and put a scene, the song sequence wouldn’t have been missed.

The film is commercial and I thought it wouldn’t be able to recreate the magic of Wake Up Sid which did cater for a more niche audience but was nevertheless a mature film. However I enjoyed Yeh Jawaani Hai Diwaani because Ayan Mukerji manages to use clichés and spin something entirely different with it, giving viewers something new through the end.

The characters are well sketched out, resulting in some interesting performances by all involved including secondary characters. Though Dolly Ahluwalia who is in a blink and miss role could have been given more screen time and maybe more time on subplots would have made the film more memorable. All in all, a well cast film with the lead pair displaying wonderful chemistry though performance wise for me Deepika Padukone stood out.

Certain dialogues and scenes in the film just stood out for me, making them very memorable for me – Aditi’s private thoughts communicated to Kabir, Kabir’s conversation with his stepmom, Naina’s talk with Kabir where she changes the wording of his previously defensive statement making the meaning all the more poignant. So go catch the film, it is a light-hearted romance that is both fun and relatable, giving moments of hilarity and soul-searching.

I’ve stayed mum about this but for me the highlight of the film, when it started was seeing Madhuri Dixit….Dancing!

Colour and Settings in Sanjay Leela Bhansali Films

Aim of the Paper:

The aim of the paper is to study colour and settings in Sanjay Leela Bhansali films. It studies how both these aspects further the storylines and have symbolic value in the film. It thus studies the psychological impact of these films.

Colour and Settings in Sanjay Leela Bhansali Films

Cinema unlike other western inventions entered India around the same time that it appeared in the West. Cinema was born 1895 with the screening of Lumière films. Interestingly, as Mihir Bose points out in his book – Bollywood: A History; India was associated with the birth of cinema because the venue chosen by the Lumière brothers was called Salon Indien. By July 1896, the Lumière brothers’ film reached Mumbai and thus cinema entered India.

Indians took to cinema very quickly and soon films were directed by many pioneering Indians. Prominent among these were Hiralal Sen who directed one of the first short films in India. Dadasaheb Phalke, who directed the first full length feature film, is widely known as the father of Indian cinema. The government of India instituted the Dadasaheb Phalke award for lifetime achievement in cinema which stands as the country’s most prestigious and coveted award.

Phalke’s contribution was in the age of silent films where much like the globe theatre of Shakespeare’s time, the female roles were done by male actors.

Sound made its entry with Ardeshir Irani’s Alam Ara on 14th March 1931. As sound progressed, music began to find a stronghold in Indian cinema establishing the now famous trend of song and dance. Popularity of colour grew in the 1950s making it a permanent fixture in Indian cinema.

We now step into the main segment of the paper. Sanjay Leela Bhansali is an acclaimed filmmaker working within the Hindi Film Industry. He began his career as an assistant to another important filmmaker Vidhu Vinod Chopra but after a fall out, he decided to direct his first film Khamoshi: The Musical outside the Chopra camp. The movie was commercially unsuccessful but received critical acclaim, ensuring that he did not disappear from public memory.

His next two films Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam and Devdas, both great cinematic successes unlike his first film, established his individualistic style of visual grandeur and of creating an atmosphere of celebration.

His next three films, take on a darker appeal by way of cinematography. While the film Black went on to garner immense success with the lead actor receiving a national award and the film itself winning the national award for best feature film in Hindi. Its commercial success was second to Devdas, which was India’s official entry to the Oscars, received a BAFTA nomination and later won five national awards and ten Filmfare awards. Bhansali’s next film Saawariya did not do well and received mixed reviews on a global forum. Guzaarish, Bhansali’s recent release had an average status at the box office, nevertheless it won critical acclaim and was nominated for the Filmfare Awards.

Colours in films hold a very important place. Colour can “draw attention to itself and, indeed, have symbolic value”, it also said to “reproduce reality more naturally that black and white film” (Cinema Studies: Key Concepts, 70). In a Bhansali film, it takes on a life of its own.

In Khamoshi: The Musical, Bhansali made use of simple and basic colours within the narrative. Since the story is set in Goa within the Christian community and the protagonist’s family is not well to do, the colours are not bright. But after she falls in love, she is dressed in lighter shades, hinting at the effervescence centring her life. Yet darker colours are used to emphasise the fact that while she finds happiness with her lover, sadness awaits her when she returns home. Even the movie posters show the lead actors in white with a red rose against her dress, held upside down. It could stand for how personal choice with reference to love might have to be subdued in the face of duty.

Since this was his first movie, he has not made too much use of the colour theories but we can see the foundation of it being placed in his narrative style.

His next film Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam, based on Maitreyi Devi’s novel Na Hanyate is a love triangle. The protagonist, Nandini, is a carefree and independent girl who falls in love with her father’s student Sameer, a boy of Indo-Italian parentage. The colours used in the first half of the film while she is in love with Sameer and their romance is proceeding without any hindrance, is bright. She is dressed mainly in ghagras[1] with hues of blue, yellow or pink with tasteful jewellery. Her hair is plaited adding to the nonchalance of the character.

But in the second half, after she is forced into an arranged marriage, her attire changes to monochromatic shades of whites, blacks and reds. The screen quality which was previously bright becomes duller. And her usually plaited hair is tied up in a plain bun. Her only piece of jewellery becomes her mangalsutra, representing in the film not a symbol of marriage but a form of bondage. At the end of the film, when she decides to renounce her lover and return to her husband, the sky is lit up with firecrackers symbolising new colour in their married life.

Interestingly, Devdas, Bhansali’s third film was the third Hindi film version and the first colour film version of the 1917 novella by Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay. The story revolves around the idea of marriage. Devdas and Paro are in love and want to be married but his aristocratic family opposes it. Devdas himself fails to make a stand and unwittingly allows Paro to be married off to somebody else. He then drowns his sorrows in alcohol, spending his waking days in a courtesan’s house. The courtesan, Chandramukhi falls in love with him but he does not reciprocate and goes in search of Paro whom he abandoned. The story ends tragically with his death.

Bhansali uses bridal colours of red, green and gold throughout the movie, ironically in the attire of the Chandramukhi who is eternally married to her profession and to Devdas. Paro, who was previously dressed in girlish clothes, moves to wearing saris which are staidly designed yet incorporate grand monochromatic colours. Devdas in the beginning of the film is dressed in western clothes in colours popularised in the west. But after Paro is lost to him, he is shown only in traditional white clothes, symbolising a widower’s status.

In the iconic song ‘Dola Re’, both Paro and Chandramukhi are dressed in bridal attire and it symbolises their love for Devdas and it is the only time after her marriage that Paro is shown to be both colourfully dressed and happy.

The posters of both Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam and Devdas have a golden hue to it, with the former film placing Nandini and Sameer in the upper half of the poster but covered with the golden hue more strongly to emphasise the past. Nandini and her husband’s clothes are more clearly defined to reveal the present. In Devdas, the colours and attire of the characters are clearly defined to show their life situations.

Black is a creative adaptation of the English movie The Miracle Worker. The title of the movie itself is a colour and the film much like its title is shot, while in colour, using only blacks, whites and blues. The film in keeping with the theme of light and dark even has a line by Debraj “Come…into…the light!” and there are references to the colour black through the film when Debraj says “Your world is not black!” or that while the alphabets start with A B C D, “yours start with B, L, A, C, K…Black.”

Saawariya, in keeping with his darker cinematography is shot entirely in blue. The male protagonist Raj, in keeping with his character, is dressed flamboyantly in red. He is usually shown with a football or a guitar and unlike the other cast members, he does not melt into the background to play on the fact that he is an outsider. His appearance is marked with light whereas the female protagonist Sakina is shown as retiring into the background or enshrouded within her dark cloak. The character of Imaan who is cast in opposition to the male lead is always dressed in black, but his face is always shown.

Gulabji, who is a prostitute in the movie, is the only other character who is dressed in opposition to the background to emphasise on her role as the narrator and her profession in the film. The posters of the film which display both characters – Raj and Sakina, to symbolise them being together, has the blue fuse with green, which indicates vibrancy.

In his last production, Guzaarish, Bhansali tells the story of a quadriplegic who wants to die. He is a magician who can no longer use his body and is taken care of by his nurse, who does not want him to die because she is attached to him.

In keeping with the themes of magic and wish for death, the colours used are gold, blues, greens, reds, blacks but even the so-called bright colours have deathly shades. The car ride that Ethan (the magician) and Sofia (his nurse) embark on is one of the few sojourns that Ethan takes and it is the one scene wherein the colours are truly vibrant, to show life in opposition to the confinement of his usual routine.

“The setting is literally the location where the action takes place, and it can be artificially constructed (as in studio sets) or natural (what is also termed location shooting)” (Cinema Studies: Key Concepts, 325).

With this we enter into the settings in Sanjay Leela Bhansali films.

Khamoshi: The Musical is shot in Goa. The theme of the film is music breaking the barriers of silence. The protagonist Annie’s parents are a deaf and mute couple and the story revolves around this silence. The movie was thus shot on location near beaches, churches, studios to emphasise silence in life. Open, echoing spaces have been used throughout the movie to reiterate on the theme. Even the poignant love making scene is enacted in silence with music playing in the background.

Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam is a grand love affair that spans from Rajasthan to Italy. With this in mind, it was shot predominantly in a haveli (mansion) set in Rajasthan. The desert stands as a symbol of desolation. The first time it is shown, Sameer is lost and is shown having a conversation with his father’s soul whom he believes is near him. He is said to have gotten lost because Nandini wished it and she is shown playing a game with her friends while he wanders. The next time the desert is shown, Sameer has been thrown out and they have been separated.

The scenes in the foreign locations do not concentrate on their tourist appeal rather with a sense of longing because she is looking for her lover, thus they concentrate on imagery of bridges and rivers – symbols of connection.

Devdas is shot in havelis but here the contrast emerges in the architecture of the havelis. Devdas’s haveli is an old fashioned mansion standing for century long wealth whereas Paro’s haveli has stained glass pieces that look extremely beautiful and colourful but it is a new age style and thus stands for new wealth. Chandramukhi’s Kotha is designed with an artificial lake to represent the Benares courtesans. The gates in the final scene are made imposing to symbolise wealth and barrier.

Black, is shot mainly in darkness till Debraj makes his appearance. The settings change from within the house to the exteriors. Rain symbolises desolation but snow is shown to come as a blessing. The final scene in the hospital is shown brighter and in contrast to the rest of the film.

Saawariya is an adaptation of Fyodor Dostoevsky’s short story White Nights. Russian novels are always depicted as gloomy and dark; thus the blue of the settings reiterates on the theme. Sakina who is always shown as enshrouded, when the moon comes out symbolising Id, is shown dancing and the settings are brighter. The local bar – RK bar is the setting for Raj to display his flamboyance. It is also Bhansali’s tribute to theatre and Raj Kapoor, a famous Indian director who hails from a family of thespians. Hence the film has the feel of a stage.

In Guzaarish, the fabrics used are wispy and with gold shades, which emphasise magic. Ethan, being quadriplegic, is mainly confined to his bed which is a four-post bed with dark hangings. He is propped on a bed with straps to hold himself up, while at one level it is confinement, it is also the only time he is standing.

The dance sequence with Sofia is set in a bar and while the lighting is low, the dance itself is earthy and raw – emphasising on life and sensuality.

Thus, we can see how Sanjay Leela Bhansali uses colour and settings to further the plot. He does not place it in words but in symbols and actions. The locations that the film is set in also reiterate on the protagonist’s feelings. It makes a psychological impact on the audiences who realise the deeper intent in the filmmaker’s work when he speaks through the colour and settings of the film.

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[1] Ghagra:  (in South Asia) a long full skirt, often decorated with embroidery, mirrors or bells

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I’m tired of al…

I’m tired of all this nonsense about beauty being skin deep. That’s deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas? – Jean Kerr

Like anybody else I have a healthy interest in appearance but how to start talking about it? And not have people say you’re self-obsessed? But then I think the above quote says it all!Thank you Jean Kerr!

Aiyyaa (2012) #SherylPuthur

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Directed By: Sachin Kudalkar

Written By: Sachin Kudalkar

Cast:

Rani Mukerji – Meenakshi

Prithviraj – Surya

Subodh Bhave – Maadhav

Nirmiti Sawant – Mother

Language: Hindi                                                         Genre: Romantic-Comedy

So I did it. I finally watched Aiyyaa. I had two friends bulldozing me into watching it, for entirely different reasons. One had been pleasantly surprised with the film, developed a new actor crush (Prithviraj) and felt the film was badly marketed and was actually a good film. The other, couldn’t even finish watching the film and wanted me to see it to prove her point that it was utterly crappy.

So I watched it, forget without expectations, instead a certain amount of reluctance to put myself through it. But before I get into how much I did agree with my friends (and which one) I should say that though I thought I was going to expire on the spot with all that melodrama, my attention was piqued and I wanted to know what the film was about and what could prompt two respected Indian actors to do a film written definitely under the influence of some highly illegal substance (incidentally there are frequent references to illegal substances).

While the 80s-90s melodrama within the film took a toll on my sensibilities and I felt most parts of the movie could be divided into hoot-worthy and cringe-worthy, there was something about the film that got me through it and set me thinking.

Then it hit me. It’s about living in a world of dreams and finding fulfilment in it. And how real life is so different and people are not what we assume them to be. Love is as much a product of imagination as it is of emotions. It also reminded me of the Norwegian film Turn Me On, Dammit! While that was the story of a teenage girl’s sexual awakening and hence was far open in expressions of sexuality, Aiyyaa was peppered with sexual innuendoes (one that stands very vividly in my mind is the petrol bunk sequence). Meenakshi (Rani Mukerji) is an inexperienced girl who’s only recourse to fulfilment (read: sexual, psychological, emotional…) is through films and playing out her favourite actors, in that perfect world she finds an escape from her drab life. Surya (Prithviraj) balances out the drama by playing the understated intense artist who is unapproachable, and very masculine.

The feminine and masculine is in fact played out variously within the film through all the couples and make for an interesting reading into gender roles. Each couple is an exercise into understanding romance through different lenses. The understated Chasme Budoor romance, the Mills and Boon storyline, an S&M relationship….

It’s definitely a badly marketed film. The hilarious and cheesy Dreamum Wakeuppam song coupled with dialogue promo – Mujhe gore log nahi kale log pasand hai (I don’t like white-skinned people but prefer dark-skinned people) made the film out to be a south bashing exercise and left many trailer viewers disgruntled. It resulted in a lot of flak for Prithviraj, a south star who according to them dared do such an insulting film. I rather see it as a sign of his self-deprecating humour. And the film isn’t really anti-south and I actually liked the song – eye-popping costumes, sexplicit lyrics and all. And kudos to Rani Mukerji for picking up Tamil lines for her role.

So the film can be a satire on the marriage market, on gender roles, on deceptive appearances, and in it’s over the top melodrama, a satire on films. It is most of all a film that doesn’t take itself seriously and seems to play on the ‘is this reality or a dream’ logic (there is in fact a dialogue about that – very Brechtian).  A onetime watch (maybe), funny innuendo filled songs, catchy tunes, good choreography (Aga Bai) and yes, I loved the background music that plays when she’s thinking/in pursuit/dreaming of him. All in all, a garish and interesting surprise.

Why I watch films or rather why do I Act?

Well I decided to talk about the dream machine here but then thought well before I rip apart films, critique them, shamelessly promote them and basically make vulnerable thespians and film folk I should bare all.

Making myself vulnerable about acting is going to be a scary experience but it’s a plunge I need to take before I decide to write my views out.

I actually like being a hedgehog, hiding in the undergrowth, keeping my spines as a ready defence and going about my life in an as unassuming way as possible. But hedgehogs have the loveliest eyes and expressive selves, so it’s hard to hide. And in my case, much as I want to stifle my views, I frequently stumble on my own feet and end up with one in my mouth *exasperated*!

So, why do I watch films? Easy answer, my parents are absolute film buffs though they have their own preferences. My mum is not that into English films though she’s watched her fair share of them; she nevertheless prefers Indian films. Dad, an ex-NDA student, where when the day freed up and you had nothing to do so you watched a film or four; has watched soo many movies that he can afford to be fastidious about the kind of films he wants to watch. So in the family it is a highly recommended film if dad sits through a film fully since he has a knack of walking off 15 minutes into a film (though on many occasions we have bulldozed & emotionally blackmailed him into watching many a crappy movie and haven’t heard the end of it).

Now, why do I Act? That’s a ringer.

I don’t know really…by the time I knew it, I was acting. I used to accompany my dad for his play rehearsals. I don’t remember much of what he did or his dialogues (though yes one does stand out in my memory – his line was “you saucy lil baggage” instead he kept calling his co-actor “you baggy lil sausage” pfft!) and I recall he used to let me keep his script. I haven’t watched my dad on stage because at 5 I was too young to go for the plays.

However, the singular most over-powering emotional memory for me was the aura of the stage space and the auditorium. It was something so magical that even now when I step into an auditorium for a performance I’m just overwhelmed and tingling all over. Another experience for me is till I step on stage, my body is shaking, my skin is burning and I feel queasy in the pit of my stomach but when my foot steps onto the stage, I’m suddenly in possession of my faculties. There is a sense of history that emanates from the floor of the stage and the wings. The nervousness I felt before doesn’t vanish but it’s shared by something akin to joyous excitement.

While I’m no stage veteran, despite the many times I’ve been on stage, the experience doesn’t change. So if I am critical of films & plays it is because I feel invested in them. That play or film is incomplete till I have viewed it, understood it and imbibed it because an actor’s craft requires that involvement. Though I know, and I’m speaking for myself here but I suppose it’s true for others, even when I don’t have an audience I am constantly acting since I need to express all the built in emotion. So I suppose a better way to put it would be that the actor’s craft spells involvement – audience or not (though most actors are schizophrenic enough to create their own audience; I do).

Therefore the penning down of my views is actually a way to understand how I read a film or play (after all, they are texts as well). It is then a biased and an objective exercise – acting is also a bit of both; you become and are coldly aware what this person inhabiting your body ought to do.

Writing is a soul-searching exercise but so is acting. And the writer has words at his disposal while the director has camera angles and stage directions. Actors speak out with their bodies and it is every actors hope that what they’re speaking out, others are hearing it. I struggle with this need to break out of the inner world of emotions and thoughts and push it out – it is here that vulnerability is strength.

 

PS: All the views in the following posts are mine and hence don’t judge me harshly even though I’m doing my all to be harsh 😛

PPS: The play/film posters used belong to the owners of the respective creative products and have been used only for illustration purposes and intend no copyright infringement.

Take Flight… #SherylPuthur

The morning rays are disturbing me, I cautiously open my eyes. The day is bright and beckoning and I feel a wave of optimism ruffle my feathers.

I step out of my nest and walk slowly towards the edge of the cliff. I look down and gulp. I can see the waves crash against the rocks with ferocity, and the sea mist rise. The smell is one I grew up with, I take reassurance in it but the waves scare me.

I’m just about to step back, when I hear a collective hiss. The message is clear- Take Flight.

I look around; there isn’t anybody. My family is faraway scouring the seas for food. I have ventured before but with one of them; never alone.

I’m in the grips of indecision and I hear the collective hiss again.

I realise now.

They are my alters. Fragmented and wanting. They want to be united in me- safe and sheltered.

But for that, I need to take flight. Alone.

I push one foot back; I hear an odd silence, like breath being held. I open my wings. I haven’t spread them in ages and the effort is painful, but I do it. I see the light of the sun gleam on my white speckled feathers, I flap it. I can feel the sea wind. I flap it more and the wind enters beneath my feet.

I can’t feel the ground anymore. I feel light and free.

There is this immense joy within me- the joys of a lot of souls.

I feel one with the universe…because…I have taken flight…

Destroying Memories… #SherylPuthur

She came rushing home from college in tears. She had been calm and collected all day but at the bus stop she had seen him, the bothersome part was, with another girl.

He had waved to her and she had weakly returned it and turned homewards. Her mind and heart was painfully clouded with thoughts and scenes playing over and over again. Bitter thoughts and scenes. Didn’t she matter to him? And why was he talking to that girl so intimately, laughing with her, giving her his attention-it’s not fair! These questions pounded her head so much that she had a headache coming, a splitting one.

Reason was there to a side trying to calm her, telling her not to read too much into it, for he was always friendly and charming to everyone. And flirting was something he loved to engage in, for it gave him some power, but that was that, tomorrow he might not glance in that girl’s direction (all part of his plan) and he might be hers again. But, she did not wish to listen to reason, for listening to it had not gotten her anywhere or rather him. She was still stuck where she was 3 years ago, standing away and gazing, occasionally coming close but not so close as to touch him where it mattered-his heart.

She entered her house and announced to whomever it concerned that she had a headache and did not wish to eat. Then she went to her room, banged the door shut and fell on the bed weeping. When she drained herself she realized she was hungry; but she couldn’t go downstairs looking like this! With her face all blotchy and red! No she had to have a bath, it would help her relax and unwind.

While at the bath she made a decision that she would destroy all tangible reminders of him, all memories of him. And she would get herself out of his spell. She would meet other guys and make an effort to know them and probably it would help her be at peace. With her mind made up she finished her bath, changed and rushed downstairs for lunch.

After her meal she returned to her room and shut herself, albeit quietly. She proceeded towards her black box-where she kept her treasures-birthday cards, chocolate wrappers, bus tickets of important occasions, posters of fests, and his reminders. She pulled them out one by one and kept them aside-an old pen; which she would give to the maid servant’s daughter, some old flame sheets, astrological connections, and the most embarrassing, a sheet with his name in blood. Now, it’s best not to get the wrong picture, she didn’t have any remote masochistic tendencies but had a friend who did and who wrote her boyfriend’s name in blood, very frequently. So one day, while playing a game of volleyball with him she hurt her leg and blood oozed out. She disregarded it then, but when she returned home and saw the blood still fresh she decided to write his name with it. Oh, how her cheeks flamed as she looked at it! She had never felt so stupid. She resolutely gathered all the sheets and went outside the house and set fire to it. As the papers burned she felt herself becoming steadily calmer and happier, like something heavy just lifted off her.

She felt so fresh! It would be a shame to sit at home when the weather was so beautiful. She decided to go for a walk. And with her mind made up she wore running shoes and set off for the nearest jungle trail. The breeze was singing in her ears, the trees were lazily swaying their branches, everything looked so calm, and it mirrored her mood. Just then, somebody’s hand touched her shoulder and she turned startled. It was him.

He cheerily said hi and began talking as though a conversation had been going on from some time. When she had gotten over the shock of seeing him after the day’s resolution she chatted with him as usual and it was by far the best day they had spent together. Later towards the end of the stroll he confessed that he had no intention of coming out for a walk but when he saw her breezily walk past his house he decided to join her.

When it was time for her to head home he said bye and shook hands and then stood talking to her for some time. There was nothing to read in his small talk except, that he never let go of her hand through the whole conversation.

It was night; she was in bed thinking about the day’s happenings. As she was falling asleep, she smiled to herself, as the memory of his face came to her.