I wish I could find the words to describe Mishti's feelings when she saw that painting. To describe those emotions that she must have experienced, which we as the audience experienced with her but I can't do it justice. But I'm going to try....

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All her life Mishti has been seeking answers, to the emotion of love... Always wondered how someone could love and care for another person so much to spend their entire life with them, to adjoin their own existence with them. She seeked those answers+

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from her family, from her wellwishers, tried to understand "love" from what she observed around her having never experienced it. She was a simple person, a practical person, the kind who didn't need much to please. She didn't crave the things the rest+

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of the world did, didn't care about looking "beautiful" and looking or dressing the way girls her age expected her to. She was the kind who searched for reason in every impracticality, who point blank opposed everything she didn't approve of, who tried +

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to understand her emotions by penning them down, who was handed specs which she wore with pride without wondering about how they impacted her outside beauty, rather proudly making them a part of herself and her identity. A girl like Mishti didn't really+

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care about the artificial things the rest of the world did, to be liked, to be popular, to be beautiful rather she just craved to be *understood*. She craved a soul who would be able to grasp the inner workings of her mind without her having to explain+

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them, who would be able to relate to her pain and from whom she wouldn't feel obliged hide it, a person who would just get her, see the pain behind her smile, appreciate the delight of making her laugh, someone who would just accept her, wholly the way+

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she was without her needing to change herself, someone with whom her heart would just fit, like a missing puzzle, thirsting to feel complete. With Abir she found it all, all and more... She found a wellwisher, a person she instantly felt connected to+

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a person who smiled and laughed and made the world a better place, who made her the best version of herself, who held her hand and made her forsake her cautious self and compelled her to take risks, to take chances and forget their consequences +

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to teach her to look forward to everyday in life, even it's scary turns and made her realise it was ok to let go and embrace the crazy in her, to walk hand in hand with her kiddish self and appreciate it.... she got so much more in Abir because before a+

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lover she found a friend, a companion. Someone from whom she didn't have to think twice before saying anything to do, whose mere presence worked like magic to soothe her every invisible wound. With Abir she found it all and with every passing day he +

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occupied a bigger place in her heart until the place was huge enough that even a day with him distanced from her rendered her completely lost and empty. And with Abir she's finally found the answer to the one question she always carried in her mind.

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She's finally realised what "love" means. She's finally experiencing how a girl feels when she realises the man she's made the pivotal center of her universe for no reason she can comprehend, loves her. Her, Mishti Aggarwal, spectacled, simple, flawed, +

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stubborn Mishti Aggarwal. Someone loved HER, so deeply and so passionately that he built her face onto paper while painting her name forever upon his heart. At last Mishti's understood what it means to be loved and to love. At last she's understood +

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what it means to have one's existence adjoined to another's. Mishti recalls back to Abir's words "agar kisiki khushiyan tumhari khushiyon se judhi hon toh?" and she understood it, the fog had lifted and she realised. She realised what it meant to +

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have every string of her heart attached to another. The sweet pain Abir had felt when he opened his eyes to see what he had painted mirrored the pain Mishti felt when she saw herself there. This man, this beautiful, kind-hearted, selfless, caring +

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man who had created the compass on which she chose to weave her way through life now loved her. Had always loved her. In times of distress, joy, sadness he had stood like a rock beside her and selflessly loved her. So this is what it meant to be "loved".

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