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Mirror, mirror on the wall, how do I c myself?
Mirror: I see a shy, naive, scared, scarred , a married woman.
Babi recalls Ashok's harshness, Minnie's outcry, her helplessness ...addresses her search for her identity. BABITA...just BABITA.
Her search for identity brings a smile, a confidence. Minnie amazed at her calm disposure , questions her...keen to know about her smile...!
Babi narrates the priceless moments a mother spends with her infant. How the infant curls at a touch, secures itself in her touch, playfully fascinates her bindi, feel every change in weather and how a protective mother just cosily warms her up in a shawl to safeguard this warmth. But an infant would love to just freak out off the shawl and free it's arms and legs...that's the freedom...it wants!
Then the infant moves on to being a child to a teenager. Again a daughter is covered by her mother with a shawl, to follow the norms of society...to avoid being labelled, to avoid being gossiped about. Again the protective attitude wraps the woman with restrictions and snatches away her identity. Woman merely again become objectified bodies. If the bodies gain respect, then a woman has respect . Babi explains the harshness of Ashok scarred her body but not her SOUL. They have identity of their own. So nothing can happen to their soul.
She has let go the dark past for the beautiful present.
Babi won't let Minnie fail. As if she fails, it will b Minnie's failure. Together they march regaining their new identity...
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