What a soul-searching, gut wrenching, incredulously touching episode! I am at a loss for words on how to describe it...👏
Amidst all the tears...the Three Women of different generations with no blood ties triumphed together.👏👏👏
They lost, they won.👍🏼
Sharda - A mother lost a son forever. She made an enemy for herself out of him. Sharda saw that the shattered woman sitting there needed her more than ever. It was pay back times for all those times Shobha called her Mom in these nine years. Like a mother protecting her cub she lashed out verbally and physically at the man who robbed them of everything. She won Shobha for Life!
Garima - She had lost her mother until yesterday and today she won her back.
Shobha - The pillar of strength, the woman lost her ties of 9 years, the last time she would sign as Sachdev, lost 9 years of togetherness the fruit of which are her children, yet she won the hearts of everyone around her, won her freedom, won her Mom for Life!
Respect before Love -
And that sums up ViBha's relationship. Vikram has placed Shobha on a high pedestal of respect and admiration. The love will now follow!☺️
I will end this short post with my all time favourite poem.
Still I Rise - By Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Hugs
dd
p.s. Thanks folks for leaving comments. Sometimes I am not around to respond...but keep the love coming...