Sup!
Ok, I'm back.
This chapter was interesting in that it had almost no actual 'action' but a lot of interesting history.
Why did Mahesh Tewari leave his shop to Garima Gupta? Why have I never heard of Bedmi Puri and Nagori Halwa? Where is Shyam if there is a random child not-calling Khushi 'Bua'? Why does Khushi go to college-- to finish up a degree she had to quit midway or to teach or just to study further? (I'd add 'just to chill' but she doesn't seem the vella sort.)
Poonam Raizada is so cool. And f**king intimidating. I'd be terrified of her if I knew her in real life.
So I see Hari Prakash is to function as her trusted spy to keep tabs on her kooky kids.
Like Asma said, I like Payal more than Lavanya. Payal, in her blunt tactlessness and blind privilege is more honest than Lavanya's complex-ridden sympathy. Of course, I don't have Lavanya's full story yet, so I ought perhaps to reserve judgement.
OMG. Is Lavanya marrying the foreign-return Aman? (I don't know why this occurred to me-- probably too much fanfiction that has made Lavanya-Aman near fanon.)
Said it before and going to say it again-- Akash is a cutie. I rarely like Akash, but i do here.
And while Khushi is an enigma for sure, so is Arnav. I can't really put my finger on what he's really like or what makes him tick. I can say with some amount of certainty that he's a nice guy in that he not only feels guilty about whatever he did to Khushi before but also in that he feels like he's cornering her unfairly. I wish more men in fiction thought about their actions like that.
And how chill is Khushi? I have been getting this feeling for a while that she is better-adjusted than the rest of this crazy lot, but I also agree with Stripe and SS88 (I think) in that she is hiding a lot of hurt that she has just more or less successfully pushed away.
I love this shop. Like, I know it's the title and so must be an important place, but just generally. It seems like it has so much potential for action and conversation-- which of course, is entirely due to your skillful writing.
Love, as always.
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