Originally posted by: Aster.99
Just a random thought...
The scene where the way Vashmay were not letting go of each other's hands compelled me to think that,
deep down, aren't we all a Vashma who keeps clutching onto the little hopes and dreams to save our sanity and ultimately our life? And sometimes, we sacrifice them too for our family just the way she did, knowing fully well that without those we are nothing. We may 'survive', but won't 'live'. We just keep going then, one day at a time, dying a million deaths before the final one. We become hard-cold, lose our innocence and see our dreams break into pieces. Our heart is shattered, our senses numb and the naive childhood is long gone.
But sometimes we need to reclaim them, we need to embrace them back, we need to light that fire again to save ourselves from getting insane and to celebrate the miracle called 'life'. Not every person has got an Uday who will do it, sometimes we ourselves have to become our Uday to our Vashma ✨