“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.”
~ Sherlock Holmes
In the show, Sherlock is the genius who possesses an exquisite degree of observation and deduces what would have just gone amiss in a sea of things . Yet, a naked Irene Adler pushes him to the limits of his science of deduction .
Our brains are tuned to connect nakedness with a lot of worldly things, and we often forget that we are all born sans clothes, au naturel . It is the beauty of being naked, the epitome of physical vulnerability that teaches us a lot of things . As nakedness drives the body vulnerable, love drives the soul . 'Love' the four simple letters which resonate with the deepest of our emotions . Have you ever wondered what love really means to you? Is it the warmth that you get from the naked entangled body of a fellow human being? Is it the warmth that you feel in the embrace of a loved one? Is it the warmth of the tears that smudge your eyes when you miss a dear soul? Is it the warmth in your heart when you smile to yourself for the first time in days or years? 'Love' with all its simplicity is the most complex word ever created . Annals and annals of texts have been written through out human history, to forge a shape for this word, yet everything falls short .
The most engaging of stories have chronicled various ballads between lovers... Where the lovers promise each other an eternity of love in this temporal world . The most certainly uncertain parameter in this context is time . Does love truly evade the concept of time? I will leave it to the mercy of lovers, for a person himself/herself would be the better judge . Coming back to the show, the character of Irene is 'Sher-locked' and stands vulnerable as her fortress crumbles . What Sherlock feels for Irene is shrouded in mystery, who outplayed whom in the great game is left to the interpretation of the audience . Yet, at the end we see Sherlock with a smirk on his face and murmuring to himself "The Woman.... the woman" .

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