I held my breath. I did. But the moment Babuji stood and spoke I thought I knew what was to follow. In the end, all I could muster when I read the contents of the paper was a sigh. I would like to be hopeful.
I really can't hold a grudge against Arnav's mom for not wanting to tell her son that her husband, their father was wholly responsible. She did not know then did she, that he too would follow in her footsteps and leave their children orphaned. I cannot grudge Anjali for not telling him that either. Who would want to purposefully dig up a haunting past and relive those memories. Surely, no one could have foreseen such a circumstance in the future.
And in the eye of the storm that these revelations and emotions caused, was a boy lost to the world at the age of 14 slowly being resurrected by the love of his life only for the past to consume him at the worst moment possible. That his mom did not think that he would outgrow his childhood persona. That she trusted him so little pricking him.
The scene at Buaji's broke my heart. Arnav and Buaji's bond is something I've loved watching on the show. He indulges her and she loves and admonishes with all of her big heart. The presence of Akash with the Guptas was one positive. No NK? And how the realisation dawned on him. It comes down to the hearts always.
How was one expected to live without their heartbeat?
How indeed? Ultimately he made a bad choice, a bad decision. And he was paying for it so badly, the severity of it immeasurable. I do not know of the when, where, how and why, but I would like to believe that Khushi is out there somewhere, existing not living, just like he is. And when the time is right, they will meet. So thank you for leaving it open ended. :)
I must say angst is really your forte Rae :) From Hamesha Tumko Chaha where you brought them together in the end, to this one.. Very well done!
P.S. I noticed the banner changes :) I thought you were just experimenting. This and the saath pheras symbolism! Wow man,you really have put some deep thought into this one.
P.P.S. Sorry for writing so much. I just could not help myself.
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