Sometimes silence is the best answer!!
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Arnav's Turmoil
Spewing out venom to his hearts content and slurring her character Arnav stands feeling agitated and dejected...a fight ensues between his heart and mind..he cannot decide which face of Khushi is true..the innocent girl who accepted her heart's dhak dhak on diwali under the influence of bhang or the vixen according to him who asked his jeejaji to break his marriage...
Frustrated because I can't tell if it's real. Mad because I don't know how you feel. Upset because we can't make it right. Sad because I need you day and night. Angry because you won't take my hand. Aggravated because you don't understand. Disappointed because we can't be together, but still I'll love you forever.
Khushi's Persona
She says she doesn't care, but her eyes tell a different story. Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the girl I am...isn't me.
Something broke inside Khushi today when she was ridiculed and her character slaughtered by the very man she loved, for whom she was willingly giving up her life a few minutes ago...she stood shattered...her heart broken in a million pieces and none other than her husband Arnav cruely walked over them kicking them away...
"Degradation could be as lethal as a bullet."
- Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience and Redemption
Any inkling or hope that festered in her mind about this marriage might last has been broken and killed...she has been told bluntly by the man she has feelings for that she is hated for who she is and that she will be cast away after 6 months...her hopes and dreams of a perfect marriage, a happily ever after are tossed cruelly out the window...
"Because what's worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?"
-James Patterson
She is in pain now..internally bleeding due to the shards of her broken dreams...
"A mighty pain to love it is,
And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain."
Now she has anger for him, she hides her bleeding heart behind her smile but is silent about the very topic that has created the rift between them leading Arnav to incredulity...he feels how could she be normal after the confrontation they had, why isn't she ashamed, why isn't she crying and groveling ?? But khushi kisi alag miti ki hi bani hai...
"when all this started, I asked myself, 'Am I going to withdraw from the world, like most people do, or am I going to live?' I decided I am going to live-or at least try to live-the way I want, with dignity, with courage, with humor, with composure."
- Mitch Albom
Arnav is flabbergasted and angry..he wanted her response...a little hope he had maybe that she will deny it but all he met was silence on the issue...which as usual makes him assume the worst i.e. her consent to the charges...little does he realize how wrong he is and as George Bernard Shaw's said "Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn".
Khushi the one we fell in love with, the one who held her head high and put Arnav Singh Raizada in his place is back. How dare he call her characterless and bring her parents in the conversation...
"There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me."
- Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
She has not done any wrong...all she has done is sacrifice for others but her only mistake is that she has been quiet about it,she has hidden the slimy snake's truth but still she does not deserve to be slurred at, if her sacrifices be known she would be respected to the utmost...though she maintains her silence she is conscious of what is being hurled at her, how long will she maintain it??
"Dignity does not consist in possessing honors, but in the consciousness that we deserve them."
- Aristotle
The point where she was provoked to the limit and insults couldn't be taken any more came and Khushi roared like a lioness that she is...She holds her head high and is back in the game with renewed resilience and fervor...She refuses to give him any clarifications for her actions as she knows that she has already been judged by him to be the lowest of the low:
"When hatred judges, the verdict is just guilty."
Toba Beta
So clearly refusing to waste her breath on trying to prove herself innocent she simply asks him why does he want answers now...so late...when he has already decided 3 months back about her guilt, her sin and has punished her accordingly so why does he want any explanations now?? She maintains her silence with dignity which speaks for itself about how hurt she is by the slur on her character and how wrong he is in judging her...
A story is told as much by silence as by speech.
But even if she speaks which she will I guess tomorrow...it would be futile...
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.
-Elbert Hubbard
To Khushi I dedicate this poem today:
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
Arnav Singh Raizada...you will see the truth only if you follow the right path
We all know Arnav needs to start from the beginning..join the dots in order..when he heard Shyam's name for the first time in the guest house incident episode, when Shyam went missing in the anniversary party when khushi made an appearance, how he came to the teej pooja only after khushi left,
when he found out about her engagement to Shyam and her unhappiness evident, when they wanted to meet SHyam at GH but he was not to be found, how khushi cried on his shoulder after running down from the terrace, the very day when she and Shyam had met for the first time (to his knowledge)..then only he will be able to understand and unveil the whole truth..
The truth...Steve Marshall
It often takes a jump of faith across the chasm of love to find truth.
One cold but sunny morning I was walking with Abbey, my small poodle cross Maltese Schitsu dog, when I saw what looked like a dead frog on the grassy footpath that I was crossing over. It looked very fresh still and I reached down and touched it on its small green back to check if it was alive or not.
Satisfied for the moment I walked off hurriedly again, but it continued to get into my mind even as I continued to walk. There was something unusual that had happened there. I had the strange thought that maybe it wasn't a dead frog after all, but maybe only a plastic rubber toy or model of a frog that some child had lost. It had seemed so real and alive and soft to the touch.
I kept thinking some more again to myself as I walked. Maybe it was really alive and maybe it was only just pretending to be dead so that I wouldn't hurt it.
Sure enough my curiosity now got to me and so I retraced my steps, only four or five short steps back to the grassy sidewalk, but the frog was now gone. I looked for it while feeling a bit perplexed. I searched over the entire area thoroughly, but I just couldn't find it now again.
Feeling somewhat nonplussed and more than a little bit sheepish, I looked around quickly to see if anybody had noticed me searching for something in such a somewhat strange way and I walked off continuing my walk for another twenty minutes or so.
Even so I was still all the time thinking if my dream frog had been really dead or alive, real or unreal or even if I had only imagined seeing it. But no, I had touched its back hadn't I? It was real enough as I still remembered the soft moist texture of its small soft back.
My thoughts got the better of me once more again. I had now gone full circle in my long walk and returned once again exactly back to the same spot where I had first seen my frog. This time I was approaching it again from a forward approaching direction as I had done originally. I had before approached it from the other direction when I had retraced my steps to try to locate the illusive frog.
This time I now saw it again. It was a rather large striped blackish greeny frog still lying there in the green grass. I got a mild shock as I didn't really expect to see it so easily again like that this time. I broke a piece off a small wooden twig that had fallen from the nearby tree and I prodded it on its back once again. Unfortunately this time I was sure that it was freshly dead as I turned it over, but I found it still fresh and soft to touch.
The frog didn't move a muscle but was already semi rigid as I turned it back onto its front and placed it again to rest with its feet back down again on the grass. Just as I turned it back over and as I looked at it now again it suddenly jumped away. I was so surprised and I started to philosophize and bore myself
a bit to try to quieten and relax me again after that startling event. I was trying to come up with some type of satisfactory explanation for what had just happened.
I thought to myself that it's also very true in life itself that sometimes even after the first, or the second and sometimes even the third observance,
we still don't see through to the truth until it jumps right out at us and dramatically reveals itself to us at long last.
We were always looking directly at the truth, but it takes a miracle of a life experience from love to allow us to witness truth as it really is.
Todays story is dedicated to sbanik as she missed my story yesterday and sathu as she has been missing my posts (literally)...🤗
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