Journal, Poetry, Random Notes to the self. And ofcourse, Love Letters
Monday, 25 September 2017
Lara
Lara was necessary for dr zhivago. But she was also necessary for the count who raped her, for the rebel who saved her life and the doctor himself who was married to another. Lara was the theme of his life. When around, there was no other. And yet, other ideas of russia transported him and others like him until he realised his privilege and family could still not keep him afloat from the currents of the world around him. In all the time he grappled with the ideas and ideals of a new country that allowed and exalted his love story, dr zhivago always knew, Lara stayed true to herself. Part and apart from the world around her, Lara was a force unto herself. In a manner he could admire from afar, but never be.
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