Permit me to speak a few words herewith regarding the scene where Arnav attempts to revive the unconscious Kushi, fearing she has left him forever.
I am certain you may have discussed many of the major pointers and, though I could not read everyone's thought on it, I would like to share this little thought of mine which always crosses my mind when I see that desperate scene of his.
If you will notice, he cries and beckons her to awaken with his voice and expression, more like a little boy...
A boy calling to his mother...
Many times, you will have noticed how he looks "boyish" than "man-ish" when he looks at Kushi...a yearning look that seems to be like his tortured soul is calling out to her...
Arnav had always been empty of that mother, the scar of whose suicide was always fresh and perpetually bleeding within him. Many women came into his life but none of them could righteously fill the emptiness that his mother's disappearance had left inside of him...
His sister (whom he loved like no other in his life) Anjali could have filled that emptiness but she was too broken herself, having faced the same trauma as him and maybe even more than him for she was the eldest child of the family and it was on her wedding day, a traditional Indian woman's most important day, that the tragedy happened...
Then came Lavanya but the modern-lover-girl was not the kind that could quench his deep-rooted emptiness. She sought love more than giving it. Her love was not the one that he needed: it didn't have the equability with his unhealed heart that was required to heal him, her love could not have possibly saved his soul... maybe she could have healed someone else's soul, but not his.
And then Kushi entered his life. A girl who was drawn to his soul like a magnet who could not hold back from healing...She didn't even know herself why she always wanted to reach out to him, why she was the one chosen to return back the key of his heart's-happiness which he had dropped long ago...
Ironically indeed, her name was Kushi... and she became HIS Kushi... the one who taught him to feel, to laugh, to dance and, most importantly, to love again...
She was the music to his silence, she was the light to his darkness, the beat of his cold heart...
It was never deliberate, what she was doing to him. She was made that way, brought to his life that way, to love him and to try and heal him even if he offered her only displeasure and disregard in the beginning...
The numerous times he found himself crying was when he felt that emptiness in him being toyed with, when that "missing mother" in him crept in Kushi's sad story, when that "missing mother" threatened to betray him again by leaving him lost to the love he thought he had won in Kushi, when the "missing mother" gave him no regard at times. He even cried when the "missing mother" made him sense her presence through Kushi's loving words...
Because ultimately, that was what he always had been. A boy who had lost his mother and was still scarred by its memory. A helpless boy who was astounded when a strange girl attempted to quench him of that thirst of "motherly care." Everytime he thought he would lose Kushi, this boy would grab her, hold her face or run to pick her up so that he would never lose his "mother" again...
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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