IN DEFENSE OF THE GREYS
The world may be divided into those who have read Harry Potter and those who have not; but one thing is for sure- that it is certainly not divided into Black and White.
If it was, why do we see colours? If there were no colours and the world was indeed black and white, only think how bored we would all be! How bland would be God's creation! And God's creation can never be bland.
And among the myriad wonderful colours there are some that we like and some that we don't. And it is important that we don't like some of them; for how else can we appreciate the colours that we do like if we have nothing to compare them to? And the funny thing is that it is quite possible that those colours that we like may be abhorred by others. Each of us have our own distinctive taste don't we?
Among this infinite palette of the Almighty, we also find the not so generally appealing "Greys".
No one is perfect. We all have our flaws. We also have our redeeming qualities. Our flaws are our Greys, while our better points give us our more attractive colours. It is the balance between the two that matters in the end. It is this balance that makes each one of us unique.
"Man is a social being."
One of those lines we are fed in school. One of our more earlier lessons. It is used time and again to drum it into our heads that we live in a society and none of us can exist in isolation. And to live harmoniously, we need to abide by certain rules. The rules are set by society, religion, culture and by the laws of the land- the rules that are laid in black and white; there are no Greys here. These rules, our willingness to abide by them, or the disregard with which we decide to flout them, decide the Greys. And the Greys actively look for the loopholes in the rules.
The Rules are meant to be broken by the Greys.
Nothing in life is cut and dried; unlike children's stories, where the villain is black and the hero/heroine is white; and as pure as driven snow. Children's stories serve the purpose of setting down the rules; the rules in black and white. The Greys are everywhere.
Why am I talking about "the Greys" here? You are right! I must stop this rubbish and start on IPKKND. But the beauty of this show is its reliance on the Greys. The Greys that highlight this vibrant masterpiece. (...well… *cough*, *cough*… almost masterpiece.)
THE GREYS IN ARNAV
Headstrong, stubborn, easily angered, tendency to jump to conclusion and the capacity to hold grudges; we saw what he is capable of, in the initial episodes. His treatment of lesser mortals, especially Khushi had us gaping at our TV screens, aghast.
But we fell for his Greys. And we fell for his better qualities as and when they were revealed even harder because of his Greys, and not in spite of it. We were surprised into it. We were used to his Greys and suddenly we were jolted when we witnessed his ability to feel love and deep regret. We sympathized with his deepest sorrow, his ugly past, his innermost fears. We rejoiced when he fell in love; cried when he thought he lost his love and heaped scoldings on his head when he reverted back to his old arrogant self. But we never hated him. We understood him. We scolded him, ranted at him, but never hated him. And no, he is not pure as driven snow. If he was, I for one wouldn't be watching this show!
He is a just man. He supports the right and cannot tolerate wrong. But he will not hesitate to use the wrong against the wrong. That is his grey for you.
He considers his Dad was wrong, in the past. He is intolerant of his father's memory. Because according to Arnav, his Dad was wrong. Sr. Malik was married with 2 children. He was committed to them. His wife had every right to expect fidelity from him. His children had every right to expect virtuosity from him. But he failed them. So his son judged him and declared him guilty. Arnav toppled his old man from the pedestal he was installed on and accustomed to. But was he justified? Did the indignant son take the Greys into account? Probably not; because how much experience does a 14 year old have of the Greys?
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Arnav is brought to face the consequences of his actions.
He has already started to realize his more recent mistakes, viz. those he committed against Khushi. He is already regretting this. Khushi has forgiven him and he knows that too. But the thorns of his own conscience will trouble him no end for a long time to come. For Arnav is a just man. Khushi might forgive him; others might forgive him; the entire Mahila Morcha who is baying for his blood at the present might eventually forgive him; but he can never entirely forgive himself.
But what of the past. What when the entire unadulterated truth of his unfortunate father comes before him? What of the unintentional mistake of a 14 year old. No one can fault him for that. Children want super-heroes and paragons for parents and it is always disappointing for them to discover one fine day that their parents are only human. But this little boy discovered it in the most traumatic manner possible. If his actions and reaction 14 to 15 years ago had resulted in some sort of tragedy which should not have happened, will Arnav the just ever be able to forgive himself?
THE GREYS OF SUBHADRA DEVI
Who is Subhadra Devi? What is she? Where does she come from?
She seems like a woman who takes immense pride in her heritage. She seems like she was born into wealth and married into more if not equal wealth. She seems to be someone to whom blood, bloodlines and family name matters a lot more than individual lives, be it her own son's life.
For now her Greys seem prominent. But is this her fault?
There is never a tinge of grey in a baby newly born.
It is our upbringing and the world around us that mould us as we grow. We imbibe the view-points and principles of our parents and mentors as we grow. Subhadra Devi is one such woman. She was born and brought up in a family with such an outlook. But unlike the rest of us, she probably never had a chance to form opinions of her own. She stuck to beaten path. She lived and survived in a society which reflected her own views on the rich and the poor; the privileged and the under-privileged; man and woman; son and daughter in law; daughter and daughter in law. Her views are rigid; her rules are unbending. She errs; but she is convinced she is right. Others err; and she is unforgiving. She is firmly rooted in the past and with skewed perceptions of right and wrong; a woman of rigid beliefs and outdated traditions. In her eyes, the double standards of society towards men and women are not wrong. The sons of her house can stray but the women involved are beyond redemption.
She is not above falsehood to achieve her aim, no matter how many are injured by her lies.
All that matters is she, herself and hers.
She is proud of her Greys.
She is intolerant of weakness of any kind- be it of character, morality or social or monetary standing. She expects perfection in others; but she herself is far from perfect. Her eyes are trained outwards to view the world in her own preset hues. But never once did she turn those eyes inwards and take a good look at herself.
As far as I have understood her, she seems to be a woman who sets much store by family name and prestige. She doesn't care much for 'love' or other such lowly emotions. For her marriages are suitable alliances. They are arranged by family elders. Children don't have a say in it. What do they know of such things? As for it being the question of their own life or any such arguments, Subhadra Devi merely sniffs, screws up her nose, looks down it for even better effect and says in Shuddh Hindi,
"WHAT UTTER CRAP!"
She must have taken great pleasure arranging a great alliance for her son. Devyani Raizada is her childhood friend and of as good a family as hers. Who better than her daughter to adorn the place reserved for her daughter in law? Would she have asked her son for his approval? Would she have cared if he had another interest? My guess is, no. so what, if he was unhappy and by default he was unable to keep his innocent wife happy? Subhadra Devi probably had an answer to that too. It was the woman's fault. It is always the woman's fault, if she cannot keep her husband happy. She did not try enough. She did not work hard enough. She was not strong enough. Yes, her son may have erred; but he couldn't help it- he is a man after all!
She definitely had a hand in the tragic events in the past. To what extent she is responsible for the utter devastation of not one or two but at least eight to nine lives, we have to wait and watch. Got to hand it to her- she is still unfazed. She still believes herself to be infallible. Anyone else would have shriveled up and died under the enormous burden of guilt. She withstood that. But her conscience might have pricked her. She ran away didn't she?
For 14 years she shunned her responsibilities and left her grandchildren to the mercy of the Fates. To outsiders it looked as if she had given up the luxuries of life that she was accustomed to and had left to lead a puritan life of piety.
But was that it? Why did she actually run away? What was she running away from? Was it guilt? Was it grief? Is she all grey? Does she not have any redeeming qualities?
Of course she does. Both her grandchildren hold her in affection. Even Arnav has a certain regard for her. In recent days this is being tested, of course. But she must have been an affectionate and loving grandmother in their early childhood.
But it seems as if she is back to her old self.
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She lost her son.
She lost her family.
She lost her daughter in law.
She lost her peace of mind.
She chose to distance herself from her grand-children.
Now after 14 years she returns to find that the very foundations of the great Malik family that she so prided herself in has been razed to the ground; reduced to ashes. Reduced to ignominy by her worthless son, the grand Faade of the Maliks was further ruthlessly destroyed by her own grandson. Arnav, her grandson, the scion of the great house of Malik refuses to acknowledge his father and his paternal heritage; and is hell-bent on thwarting her at every turn.
PAPA MALIK AND HIS GREYS
We don't know much about him. Just the following
1. Arnav hates him.
2. Nani blames him.
3. Anjali doesn't know what to think of him. (Why am I not surprised?)
4. He had an extra-marital affair.
5. He broke his wife's heart and caused her to commit suicide.
6. He took his own life leaving his children destitute.
The story could be anything. He could have been black, grey or merely weak and helpless.
What if he was an ordinary mortal? What if he was ruled by his mother? Take a look at Subhadra Devi. She lets out a huff of breath and the world shakes in terror. Even Nani is apprehensive around her. Only Arnav stands up to her. I am not surprised. The blood runs true.
But not everyone can be an Arnav. He was born off Subhadra Devi's blood, shaped and moulded by her upbringing and then tempered in the cruel flames of the world away from her influence.
His father may not have been so lucky. It is indeed very much possible that he married according to his mother's wishes. He may have plodded along on the path of a very boring marital life for at least several years, before he met the woman he fell truly in love with. If this is the case, isn't Malik senior to be pitied?
Marriage, of course, is the union of two souls first and then by extension, the union of two familes; and not the other way round. It is the husband and wife who have to spend their entire life together in mutual love and affection; understanding one another and being there for one another day in and day out, 24/7.
Life when it is tied to an unsuitable partner can be tedious if not unbearable. Imagine Arnav married to Lavanya, or even worse, someone like Payal. He would probably throttle her before the end of the week. And Mrs. Malik was Anjali's mother. Just think about it!
It is possible for two unlike souls to unite and be happy, but two indifferent souls never can be happy together. And it is worse when one of them is duty bound and the other is indifferent. One of them suffers and the indifferent one feels the guilt of it. Picture Mr. & Mrs. Malik- two souls sacrificed at the altar of family honour and false pride. Mr. Malik is stuck with a wife he can't love and Mrs. Malik is left yearning for her husband's love. She must have been like Anjali- endless poojas and innumerable vrats offered with undying devotion at the feet of an indifferent deity. She must have tried, but didn't succeed and was deemed a failure by her mother in law. Mr. Malik must have tried too. He must have kept up the pretences, honoured his commitment, at least for a while. But being weak or merely human (depends on how you choose to look at it) he must have succumbed to love at some point in time when he found the one he felt a connection to.
But was he wrong? Up to a point, no, he wasn't. It was not his decision to make, was it? You can't control when or with whom you fall in love. But where do the Greys come in? They came in when he decided to compromise on his wedding vows; when he dishonoured them. It would have been much better if he had shown the courage to face his wife and asked her to set him free. They came in when he dishonoured his love too, by cloaking it in secrecy.
He lacked the guts to stand up to his mother. He failed in his duty towards his children, because no matter what, he had a responsibility towards them.
And yes, his lack of resolution; for a just man would have walked away from his love and honoured his responsibilities. A strong man would have suffered but never succumbed. He should learn a thing or two from his son- remember Lavanya, anyone?
Love is not just about winning, it is about sacrifice too.
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He lost.
He lost his wife.
He lost his honour.
He fell in the eyes of his children.
He lost his life.
As for love, he probably had it not at all.
And that is not all.
They say, in Hindu philosophy that for a man to attain moksha after death, his sons must perform his last rites and offer "tarpan" every year on specific days and "shraddh" on his death anniversary. Such rites are observed for three generations of forefathers preceding the one observing the ceremony. This is why lineage is so very important for Hindus.
Here, this poor man's son refuses to acknowledge his father and his heritage. Does Sr. Malik deserve this plight? Are his Greys so very damning?
THE GREYS IN ANJALI
Sweet, delicate Anjali Malik- her brother's axis, her family's darling… her husband's pawn (or so he likes to think…) surrounded by love and protected from unpleasantness, Anjali had the world at her beck and call. She loved her world. Intent on being happy, she strove to keep her world simple and hassle-free; exactly the way she liked it- immaculate, impeccable, not a hair out of place, picture-book perfect. But how can it be. Such a thing is unheard of, impossible indeed in real life. Real life is dusty and sweaty and endearingly human. Real life is about hurts and pain, smiles and tears, thorns and comfort all in a heady mix. But does Anjali understand? Perhaps not; perhaps she does, but pretends not to.
This was one of her greys. Pretending. Oh! Her greys weren't too obvious. Anjali Bitiya is too sweet and too good. Look at her piety! See how much she loves her brother! See her worshipping her husband. Yes, all true! Her emotions towards her brother and her husband were indeed sincere, but it was also about appearances. For Anjali sought perfection. In her life, in her love, in her devotion and also in the way others perceived her. She needed approval, she craved attention and appreciation; the same way Khushi yearned for acceptance.
I am not saying Anjali is negative. But look back, for example her relationship with her brother. When had she actively given Arnav anything?
He thinks she is the centre of his existence. He loved his mother and lost her in a cruel way. For young Arnav to survive, he needed something to hold on to that reminded him of his mother. Who better than Anjali? Some sort of a transference.
She was the one who gained from the bond. Her brother was actually there for her- protection, care, support everything.
For Anjali it was always appearances…
Mother figure to Chotte
Good daughter
Good wife
Good and pious person
Take her marriage for instance. She was in love with the idea of a perfect world. Her husband better toe the line or he will feel her displeasure. She kept him happy with toys so that he will remain with her.
Take her devotion to DM. it is ritualistic and rigid. There is no sincere communion with the Holy Mother.
Now compare her with Khushi. Khushi never expected anything in return for her gestures. Not from anyone. Not even from her husband. She simply gave. Look at Khushi's bhakti for her DM. She talks to Her. She is not bothered as much about the correct rituals as she is about the correct intent.
Anjali is also manipulative. She can get her brother to do things he wouldn't do for anyone else. Thankfully he knows where to draw the line. Others aren't so lucky. It is not that Anjali is totally selfish. It is just that she is good and caring only as long as her own world is intact. The moment anything happens to it, she sulks and throws tantrums. She is also an expert at emotional blackmail.
She loves her brother beyond anything. She knows that he is the only one she can call her own. Her affection for her Chotte overshadows even her so called worship of her husband. Her feelings towards Chotte are genuine, reflecting her need for him. But her feelings towards her husband are another matter. It is just a prop, designed to project an image of normalcy and perfection to her life.
Even when she is angry with her Chotte, she cares for him. She may withdraw and sulk, but when push comes to shove, she'll go running back to her brother. She cannot do without him.
But what of her husband? That is another story altogether. I think, deep down, she is insecure. Insecure that why a seemingly wonderful man would want to be tied up to her. Was it only because she was rich? Remember her reaction when she caught him snooping around arnav's room and he made a quip about being after the Raizada property? She didn't like it.
"Humein aisi mazaak bilkul pasand nahi!"
Ah! She knows! She knows what Shyam is. At least she has an inkling.
If Anjali was indeed such a pure and innocent soul, why should it bother her that Shyam is after her money? She is a devoted wife isn't she? Whatever is hers is his as well by default, isn't it? To be honest, most people would expect her to sign it over to him outright in complete trust. Btu she doesn't do that. She gives him hand outs instead, sometimes publicly. Now,what does that tell you? "Pativrata" anyone? Bulls**t!
What of her treatment of others?
Remember how she used Khushi's helplessness to get her to train Lavanya?
Her resentment of her brother's happiness with his wife when she herself was suffering.
Her lying to Arnav about meeting Shyam on the sly, when she herself accused Arnav of lying to her to be with Khushi. And she finds it easy to lie. To her loved ones, to her brother. All that matters to her is that her world remains the same- picture perfect, no matter how false the image.
What of her other greys?
She prefers her eyes closed and her head buried deep in the sand.
What you don't know can't hurt you.
At least that's what Anjali thinks. But the fact is, being blind is no crime; but pretending to be blind is asking for trouble.
Being duped is one thing; letting yourself be deceived is as much your fault as the deceiver's.
She had ample clues to warn her that Shyam is not what he seems to be, but she chose to ignore it.
She studiously ignored the signs and immersed herself in spirituality and symbolism. Instead of taking control of her life, she chose to leave it to the Gods. She preferred her rose-tinted glasses and her dream bubble. She did innumerable poojas, countless vrats and tied a lot of sacred threads here, there, and everywhere. But she never did anything constructive.
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They simply closed their eyes. And her world came crashing down.
SHYAM MANOHAR JHA, THE GREY INCARNATE
He appeared to us, in the beginning of the show as a good man. Then he was portrayed as a helpless man. A man trapped in a loveless marriage, made even more helpless by love towards another. Then he was turned grey and further proceeded to the darkest of Greys. Lately he has been as black as the villains of fairy tales. The writers have a field time with this character changing the tone and depth of his Greys according to the demands of the story.
The Greys of love…
He was shown to fall in love with Khushi. Love at first sight, when they met at Lucknow, when he saved her honour. He supposedly laid his heart at her feet. Really?
What has "love" got to do with the Greys? Isn't love all about colours? Different colours- some appealing, others, not so pleasant. But they are colours all the same… never Greys. Because the minute the Greys enter this equation, love ceases to be love… it becomes something else; something really ugly.
A righteous man who happened to be married and who had the misfortune to fall in love with another woman would have chosen to walk away. But Shyam didn't choose to walk away. He actively pursued his so-called love and deliberately planned and brought about events designed to put her more and more under his obligation. And there in entered his Greys.
The Greys of lust- both for Khushi and Money…
He wants Khushi. And he wants Anjali's money too.
He planned to remain married to Anjali while entering into a new relationship with Khushi. What do you call this? Love? I don't think so. For love never aims to sully the very object of its affections. If Shyam had succeeded in wedding Khushi; if he had indeed become a bigamist, what would have that made Khushi? What would it have done to her? Did he care? Was he bothered? No, he wasn't.
He wants Khushi; and what he wants, he should get. So thought Shyam Manohar Jha! He never cared for Khushi or what she held dear. Would a man who loves, hurt the very one he professes to love? Shyam did. He was on a mission to remove obstacles from the path to his goal. He tried to frame Khushi for theft. Her good name and honour meant nothing to him. He harmed Shashi, the father Khushi would walk through fire for. He almost succeeded. But were the Fates willing? Of course not! Khushi is the child of the Gods. She is watched over by a couple of stars and DM herself. Khushi's heart was guarded from Shyam's fake expressions of love. Her heart was bound to another. She never noticed Shyam. She never cared for him, except as a good friend. When he came to know that, did Shyam back off? Did he do the decent thing? No! Because it isn't love we are talking about here. It never was. Khushi and her feelings were never important.
All that mattered were Shyam Manohar Jha and his nefarious schemes.
When matters came to a head one day, and he was discovered by Khushi, all his plans went down the drain. Did he give up? No! he decided to get rid of his wife, so that he could get Khushi in his clutches once more. His wife being another pious soul, the Fates were watching over her too. They conspired against him and his Greys were exposed to his brother-in-law; who proceeded to hurt him where it hurts the most. Arnav snatched Khushi right from under his nose. Khushi became Arnav's wife. But did that stop him? He still lusted after another man's wife. By now the polished veneer of the cultured man was gone completely. By now the language of his eyes and his gestures had become bold and lecherous.
Shyam had graduated from grey to a very dark grey indeed; almost black.
Why are Shyam's Greys so ugly? Would we have been so disgusted if he was just another man, and not Anjali's husband? I guess not! It is his greed for money coupled with his lust for Khushi, and his disregard for her own wishes that make us hate him so. And true to form, when the time came, he had absolutely no hesitation in making or trying very hard to make Khushi the scapegoat.
Setting aside his feelings towards her or the lack of proper feeling (which would be a better way to put it), let us consider his love of money; his fixation with the Raizada wealth.
What is his background? Is he from an under-privileged family? Did he have to struggle for the comforts and necessities of life?
Don't you know that a rich man is like a pretty girl? You don't marry her just because she's pretty. But, my goodness, doesn't it help? Would you want your daughter to marry a poor man? You'd want her to have the most wonderful things in the world. Why is it wrong for me to want those things?
-Lorelei Lee (Marilyn Monroe); Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.
Is it wrong for Shyam to desire a better life?
Yes, it is easy for people to have lofty ideals and elevated thoughts when well fed and comfortable. Try thinking on an empty stomach! It is easy to take money and luxury for granted when you have always had easy access to it. What of those who were always on the fringes, looking in on a better life? Is it wrong for them to want the same things that others take for granted?
In the rat race that is life, it has always been the survival of the fittest. And Shyam is battling the rat race with all that he has got. Can he be faulted totally if his instinct for survival is stronger than most? Can he be faulted totally if they are stronger than his morals; which is not saying much, because just about anything in the world is stronger than Shyam Manohar Jha's morals.
But there are some things that set humans apart from animals. It is our ability to think and feel; our conscience and our moral codes. Shyam appears to be convinced he is right. What makes him think so? I guess we will have to wait and watch.
His Greys are turning darker yet again.
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They think he is a joke. 🤣They are laughing at him.
They make the object of his desire fall in love with the very man he is jealous of and resents. 😆
They saved his wife from the deaths he so meticulously designed.😉
They got him slapped.🤣
They gave Khushi brains and Arnav Singh Raizada the luck of the devil.😆
They saddled him with the most incompetent set of side-kicks for his kidnap stunt, that telly-dom has ever seen.🤣
They made him dance with a scorpion.
They poured water (oops! Sorry! Oil) on his precious ether.😆
They got Akash and Payal hooked up before he could get married to Khushi.😆
They made him decorate ARHI's "Suhaag ka Sej"! Boy! They must have had a gala time! The Gods, not ARHI.🤣🤣
But that doesn't mean that the Gods won't decide to use their favourite jester to test their true favourites. For the Gods like to test their most ardent devotees. The Gods are crazy that way.
Shyam is definitely grey; no two ways about it. No amount of justification is going to absolve him of his crimes. His methods are wrong, his thinking is even more so. His wants and desires catapulted over the boundaries of decency and into the realms of greed. That's where the Greys got him.
Here is a story from Mahabharata; just a "food for thought" kind of thing…
Years after the Kurukshetra war, the Pandavas along with their wife left their kingdom in the able hands of their successor. Led by Yuddhishtir, they proceeded to make their way towards Swarg. Their aim was to attain Swarg bodily, i.e. without dying. This is possible only for the rarest and purest of souls. One by one, Yuddhishtir witnessed his 4 younger brothers and Draupadi fall down dead. He lost them to one or the other of their own failings and vices- favoritism, vanity, laziness, pride and gluttony. Only Yuddhishtir managed to attain parlok bodily. He was welcomed there by Lord Krishna, his brothers and wife and the other Gods and Goddesses. There he noticed Duryodhan in the crowd. Astonished, Yuddhishtir questioned Lord Krishna about how come Duryodhan, who was responsible for so many wrongdoings, is here in Swarg. And Lord Krishna replied,"Whatever he did, he did with the full conviction that he is right. When you look at the events from his perspective, he was not so very wrong after all."
So friends, let us wait and watch what Shyam's convictions are first and then decide his Greys.😊
Hate the Greys, avoid them, but you got to admit, the Greys are here to stay. If fire and brightness depict purity and righteousness, the Greys represent human weakness and fallibility. Try staring at the sun. Not easy, is it? Blazing and fiery, just and righteous, beautiful and blemish free as it is, it hurts the eye, doesn't it?
Now the moon on the other hand, is a soothing sight. For centuries, the moon has been admired and gazed at. Poetry after poetry, prose upon prose has been churned out in its praise. I too love to gaze at the moon. When I was young, I imagined I could see a bunny rabbit on the moon. I loved the moon all the more for this bunny rabbit. And yes, the rabbit on the moon is grey…
OMG! I just read back what I had written. And I come across as such a prosy bore.😆 I am so sorry for boring you all! I know most of you must be thinking by now that "life is not fair." But life is never fair. Life is a b**ch and she is trained to bite. But you know what? Try and remain as "Grey-free" as possible yourself. And when it comes to others embrace them whole-heartedly with all their Greys and just sit back and wait. Trust me; the world will become a much better place. And perhaps, just perhaps, the b**ch may not bite so frequently…
If you have stuck till the end of my lecture, I am touched and you must really like me.😉 Thank you for reading. Special thanks to the like team and also to those who comment. It means a lot to me. A special mention to Koel, Jhalak, Nia, Shami, Sharmila (spsharmila) and anurao66.🤗 They have been consistent in their praise of my writing and have regularly commented and even sent me pms. Thank you my dears, love you.🤗
As for what I have written above, it is just a gathering of my thoughts in general.😊 I will feel lucky if you are able to grasp the gist of what I wanted to say. Any bouquets and words of praise are always welcome, but send them to Shaz, (namedx)😃for she is solely responsible for my posting this. I wasn't too sure of it myself. So I pmed her my write-up and she encouraged me to post it. Thank you, Shaz.🤗
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