"Toska - noun /t-sk/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness."
"No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
- Vladimir Nabokov

Suddenly the normal prison cell looked so large and the space in front of her was so vast. She isolated herself in a corner, hugging her knees.
The darkness which she was always afraid of, was not the only reason she was scared then. She used to be afraid of darkness because it fed her imaginations with monsters and beasts, but at the moment, she wasn't afraid of monsters that came in her nightmares when she was a child for she knew monsters no longer were characterised by disproportionate body parts or gelatinous mass. In fact, they were hidden behind beautiful and innocent looking faces. Faces of people who could go to any lengths just to achieve what they want.
The pain she was experiencing was not just about her husband forgetting her or her husband deciding to marry someone else or her being in jail, it's the pain of wanting a normal life. She didn't want a life without problems. She was practical enough to know that a person can't be happy all the time and problems are inevitable. But she didn't want to be strangled by larger than life problems.
Mark Twain said "Kindness is a language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see". But still some people couldn't identify her kindness because they termed it as her weakness. She wasn't weak. Was she? How could kindness be a weakness? Wasn't that supposed to be a strength? That nothing that happened in your life could stop you from being nice. Damn it, she was not doing it intentionally but that's what she is.
She is nice to everyone that she explains herself even to those who wronged her. But that's not an excuse to continue being the victim. She didn't want to be the victim but to stop being the victim, she should make others victim which she was not good at. She had to accept that she was not good at plotting/planning. She was never. Once or twice, she may have succeeded but they succeeded because it involved someone's life/death but mostly, she wasn't good at it. That was why she wanted a simple life where she could tell people's mistakes/faults on their face, where she could get them punished without any need for extensive drama, where she would be believed without proofs. She didn't blame anyone for her situation. She knew her life was such that she couldn't expect all these. She believed in her bhagya and to her dismay, it often brought more baggages than happiness.
Maybe they were right. She should have changed. The bitter truths of her life should have hardened her heart. She should have stopped dreaming and hoping. That's what growth or development is. The irony of her thoughts sounded funny to her. But she decided that she no longer wanted to be strong. She wanted to stop being optimistic and become weak, or to say it in other people's words, she decided to become strong.
She should stop expecting things from him. Well, it should be easy for her since could understand him even when he doesn't meet her expectations. She could find a valid reason almost every time when he failed her expectations. If you praise her for that, she would tell that you're wrong because she would say, it's because he is good that she couldn't find fault in him. She really doesn't need praise. She knows very well about her life and the things she failed at. If at all, she could listen to someone praise something about her, it would be about her 'kumkum' because it's not about her, it's about him.
Maybe she would stop expecting, if she stopped loving. But it was difficult for her because she was so hopelessly in love that she couldn't doubt her love even once. Love is a dangerous thing. Maybe that's why she was distancing herself from the concept of love all these years. Maybe that's why she didn't believe Bulbul's dream guy version of a married life. Maybe 'love' was teaching it's dangerousness to her which she didn't realize it all these years.
Your thoughts are welcome!