You cannot feed poison for 15 years to a human and expect the milk of kindness sloshing on the insides. What you sow is what you reap...and it's bitter harvest time for Dilsher. The crop of hatred, the harvest of dynamite is all ready!! After all Daddy Dearest worked years to sow these seeds, taunting and reminding at every turn, bitter and embittering at every instance, and today sonny boy fills his coffers with the same lava.
Lately Dilsher might have realized his mistake, and might have wanted to rectify the same, but what is done cannot be undone. The teachings of 15 years cannot be erased in a mere wishful thinking of 15 days. As a father he might dream of a happy future for his son, but the unhappy past he wrote for him, sealed his fate. He knew what he had done, but hearing it from his son's mouth, destroyed him. May be he did or may be he didn't realize the full impact of his fury on a young mind and heart, but today Rudra's outburst finally thrust the ugly reflection of failed parenthood in life's mirror. Dilsher couldn't control his bitterness for years, raising his son on a staple diet of burnt food and cindered love. No surprises, when all the son spouts is ashes.