Life is a gamble. But you place your bets on wagers that you are confident to bring you favoured outcomes. In the casino of life, you play to win. And so, he played. He took the risk, confident of rich dividends.
As evening cloaked the surroundings and darkness descended outside, he waited anxiously for news, pacing about the room. Earlier in the day, and it seemed to him like an eternity had passed, he had given his most precious possession to another man. Those property papers are more than just papers to him. It is HER. Her dream. Her identity. And SHE is his - his friend, his lover, his confidante. The two of them, He and She, can get down into a wrestling ring and wrestle all day and all night, each wanting to attain supremacy over the other. But, someday they are meant to walk hand in hand- happily, fighting and loving each other- into a beautiful sunset. On that day they would see eye to eye, on some matters if not all. And on that day, HE would return these papers to her.
As he waited for good news, he tenderly caressed the sea of love in his heart that threatened to always over flow. The love that was always brim full. As a child, in all his immaturity and eagerness, he had loved her. Worshipped her. Ten long years had passed and he had still kept the love alive, albeit wrapped in cotton in a keep-safe box, in his heart. Now, he was waiting for this devotion to culminate. Oh, how long he has waited!!
And then, without warning, sounded the death knell. He had gambled that she would refuse the other man. After all, she had refused HIM and he took primary position in her heart, her life. But no. The gamble had gone wrong. And as the other mans words of victory rung in his ears, the darkness from outside crept into the room and engulfed his heart. HE had bet his life on the wrong person and played the wrong game. And the casino of life was now asking him to pay his dues. He had to register his defeat.
Years of simmering seismic anger, insecurity, jealousy came to the surface. It had only bubbled under his happy demeanour and now the pressures had forced it out. Like a dormant volcano, that suddenly and angrily pushes out dangerous red hot lava out to the surface, his anger poured out of his being. It burnt him and the tender love he nursed in his heart. It gushed out and destroyed his devotion with a ferocity that shook him. It destroyed HIM, leaving him empty. In the end, he was the volcano - alone, simmering, empty with remnants of destruction and nothing else.
And so, he took stock of his life. Gathered the ashes and he let the resentment flow. He may not have the place in HER life as he had imagined. The sunset may have been an illusion. But HE, with his anger and hate, is still here. Standing Tall.
The destruction brought on by the volcano is a start to end something beautiful. Once cherished. Tenderly nurtured. And there is no end to this destruction.
EDITED TO ADD - my take on yesterday
I'd like to start with Shravan, because he seems to over power any other character in this episode. Today was more about Sharvan than any other character. The other characters were shadowed by his script.
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