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Not the usual happy ending OS, not a sad ending either, just an interlude in-between. A conversation.
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Closing her eyes against the tears, she lays her hand on the door slowly and pushes it open slowly. The creaking of the unused door gives away her presence to him; immediately his hands stop flying over the keys, coming to stop with the sharp notes with his fingers pushing heavily on the last notes he had played. She does not know how to go forward and she knows with the set of his jaws, his suddenly rigid posture, and the clouded look in his eyes, that he will not speak to her. As she draws near, with intention to touch him, to speak to him; he suddenly starts again with the same melancholy tune which he had been playing, effectively stopping her in her slow steps forward, halting words which stuck in her mouth.
She knows she was not capable of taking any steps forward, so she chooses to speak again after finally breaking the hypnosis which his sadness had put her under. "Maan".
Still he continues to play, now pressing harder against the keys, hoping to drown out her voice. She gathers her courage again and speaks again, "Maan, beta please"
With each forceful press of the piano keys feeling as a backlash against her, she cannot stop her tears, she takes to repeating the litany of words. "Maan" "Please beta" "Maan beta please".
Suddenly he stops, and with a strained words, "Daadimaa please leave, not now"
Spurred forward by the sound of his voice, by the fact that he responded, she finally goes forward to where he was sitting and lays her hand on his shoulder. It pains her to see him cringe. Without looking back, he slowly reaches and dislodges her hands from his body, as if her touch burned her. Leaning forward over the piano to put distance between her and him, he again only tersely says, "Daadimaa please, abhi nahi, I cant talk to you in this state. Please leave"
Finally unable to take this, energized by the mix of pain and slow building anger, she does not leave, instead moves around so that she was facing him, "Maan we have to talk about this, you have been locked into this room for hours, you haven't talked to me and Dev for days, nahi toh aap kuch kehte hain, naa khate hain, you are not taking care of yourself, I am worried. I know what happened was not the best but you cannot behave like this"
Unable to keep a reign on his own anguish and heartbreak anymore, he swings his eyes towards her and lets her see for the first time in days exactly what he was feeling. Only feeling more pain where he sees her stagger back a couple steps, he finally lets out what was festering in his heart for the past couple of days. I cant behave like this. Daadimaa you cant have this type of double standard about unfair behavior after how you have acted the past few days"
"What double standards Maan. I trying to do what I think is best for my grandsons and this family, how can you say this to me?, kya hume aapki parvarish mein koi bhi kasar chodi hai?"
"Nahi Daadimaa. Of course double standards, you are allowed to dictate lives for this families name, but I am not allowed to mourn for the loss of my happiness
"What happiness Maan, how could you have happiness with that girl, after all that has happened"
"Geet Daadimaa, her name is Geet, and yes happiness, my happiness is linked to hers, forever linked to her know. How could you do this, get Dev out of jail, like that"
"So what was I supposed to do, leave my grandson in a jail"
"yes, yes, exactly that, he deserves it after what he did. He used her Daadimaa, he used her for her money, her land, her jewelry, her body, and then he threw her away into the paths of wolves. Jail is the least punishment which he can pay for his sins"
'Maan, I know what he did was wrong, beyond wrong, but he's my grandson and I cant allow this matter to harm him and to harm this household and company which your predecessors have given their blood, sweat and tears for. I will compensate her all which was taken from her, even give her more than what it was worth, I am even willing to accept her as your wife as long as she takes back the complaint against Dev."
"How generous of you. It nice to see that people in this world can still put a price on a woman's izzat. I never expected that from you Daadimaa. You know I can handle the media and the business, and I don't care what anyone else has to say on this matter. I thought you would stand by me in matter of justice and my happiness. What happened, suddenly now that Dev is involved, my happiness does not matter, suddenly even standing behind justice does not matter. You were the one who taught me to stand for justice, always stick up for the truth, and suddenly you are the one faltering on the steps which you taught me. How would you react if this was your daughter, if someone had done this to her, would you still say the same things, come up with the same answers. If they told her to accept money in exchange for her izzat, to not seek justice, to keep quiet, to act as if nothing happened, would you accept those terms if this was your blood, would you? Answer me Daadimaa, why are you so quiet all of a sudden. Answer me. You don't have a answer for me do you. You had Sammera ostracized in Delhi society for the crime of breaking my heart, and yet you cant see this girls pain, her spirit. Suddenly she is That girl, as if she was in the wrong in this situation, as if it was her, and not members of our family, Dev, Nainatara, even choti maa, who did this, who used an innocent girl, and who stole everything from her, everything even her innocence, and her family, who even now steal her happiness. As a women, I had thought you would understand her, love her, admire her even more than I do for what she has been through, how strong she still is after everything, but instead of standing up for her, you stand against her joined hands with this hypocritical society who still blames women, ostracizes them even when they are not at fault. You are here, looking at me with sad and angry eyes because I am not eating well, taking care of my self, because I wont talk to you. Did you know she still has scars from when her brother tried to kill her because of Dev's actions, she cant ever speak to her family again for sending her brother to jail, she is alone in this city with no one to take care of her and the baby. That is what your grandson has done and yet you stand with him. Please Daadimaa, just leave, Please, I cant stand to look at you right now."
Looking away from her again, he returns to playing the piano, once again the haunting melody fills the air.
She does not say anything, what can she say. She knew he was right. Cursing herself for her weakness when it came to her grandsons, she walks back to her room. Making way to her closet, she pulls out the picture she has of her deceased bahu. "Beta I am so sorry for not taking care of Maan as I should have, as I promised you. I promised you his happiness and yet I am now creating the biggest obstacles to it. I know what I have to do, even Dev knows what he and I have to do but I don't know if I have the strength to send him to such a place. Beta, please show me the way and then give me the strength to follow through, I want to give proper justice to everyone involved."
Praying with all her strength, she makes her way to the bed for another restless night.
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Bitter Echoes
The music filled the air, reverberating through the empty house, its melancholy notes echoing off the silent walls. She followed the noise, knowing where it was coming from. Slowly making her way to the room, now used for storage, she stood before its ajar door. Through the gap in between the doors she could clearly see him, he was sitting in front of the piano, playing its keys after such a long time. The last time she had heard him play, had heard the echoes of a piano in the house, was the day which his mother had died. Her last request to him to play something beautiful for her. Once the site of him playing the piano was the herald of happiness before the slow illness of her daughter in law had turned it into bittersweet notes of goodbye, now it was filled with pain, a crippling sound of sorrow and helplessness. Closing her eyes against the tears, she lays her hand on the door slowly and pushes it open slowly. The creaking of the unused door gives away her presence to him; immediately his hands stop flying over the keys, coming to stop with the sharp notes with his fingers pushing heavily on the last notes he had played. She does not know how to go forward and she knows with the set of his jaws, his suddenly rigid posture, and the clouded look in his eyes, that he will not speak to her. As she draws near, with intention to touch him, to speak to him; he suddenly starts again with the same melancholy tune which he had been playing, effectively stopping her in her slow steps forward, halting words which stuck in her mouth.
She knows she was not capable of taking any steps forward, so she chooses to speak again after finally breaking the hypnosis which his sadness had put her under. "Maan".
Still he continues to play, now pressing harder against the keys, hoping to drown out her voice. She gathers her courage again and speaks again, "Maan, beta please"
With each forceful press of the piano keys feeling as a backlash against her, she cannot stop her tears, she takes to repeating the litany of words. "Maan" "Please beta" "Maan beta please".
Suddenly he stops, and with a strained words, "Daadimaa please leave, not now"
Spurred forward by the sound of his voice, by the fact that he responded, she finally goes forward to where he was sitting and lays her hand on his shoulder. It pains her to see him cringe. Without looking back, he slowly reaches and dislodges her hands from his body, as if her touch burned her. Leaning forward over the piano to put distance between her and him, he again only tersely says, "Daadimaa please, abhi nahi, I cant talk to you in this state. Please leave"
Finally unable to take this, energized by the mix of pain and slow building anger, she does not leave, instead moves around so that she was facing him, "Maan we have to talk about this, you have been locked into this room for hours, you haven't talked to me and Dev for days, nahi toh aap kuch kehte hain, naa khate hain, you are not taking care of yourself, I am worried. I know what happened was not the best but you cannot behave like this"
Unable to keep a reign on his own anguish and heartbreak anymore, he swings his eyes towards her and lets her see for the first time in days exactly what he was feeling. Only feeling more pain where he sees her stagger back a couple steps, he finally lets out what was festering in his heart for the past couple of days. I cant behave like this. Daadimaa you cant have this type of double standard about unfair behavior after how you have acted the past few days"
"What double standards Maan. I trying to do what I think is best for my grandsons and this family, how can you say this to me?, kya hume aapki parvarish mein koi bhi kasar chodi hai?"
"Nahi Daadimaa. Of course double standards, you are allowed to dictate lives for this families name, but I am not allowed to mourn for the loss of my happiness
"What happiness Maan, how could you have happiness with that girl, after all that has happened"
"Geet Daadimaa, her name is Geet, and yes happiness, my happiness is linked to hers, forever linked to her know. How could you do this, get Dev out of jail, like that"
"So what was I supposed to do, leave my grandson in a jail"
"yes, yes, exactly that, he deserves it after what he did. He used her Daadimaa, he used her for her money, her land, her jewelry, her body, and then he threw her away into the paths of wolves. Jail is the least punishment which he can pay for his sins"
'Maan, I know what he did was wrong, beyond wrong, but he's my grandson and I cant allow this matter to harm him and to harm this household and company which your predecessors have given their blood, sweat and tears for. I will compensate her all which was taken from her, even give her more than what it was worth, I am even willing to accept her as your wife as long as she takes back the complaint against Dev."
"How generous of you. It nice to see that people in this world can still put a price on a woman's izzat. I never expected that from you Daadimaa. You know I can handle the media and the business, and I don't care what anyone else has to say on this matter. I thought you would stand by me in matter of justice and my happiness. What happened, suddenly now that Dev is involved, my happiness does not matter, suddenly even standing behind justice does not matter. You were the one who taught me to stand for justice, always stick up for the truth, and suddenly you are the one faltering on the steps which you taught me. How would you react if this was your daughter, if someone had done this to her, would you still say the same things, come up with the same answers. If they told her to accept money in exchange for her izzat, to not seek justice, to keep quiet, to act as if nothing happened, would you accept those terms if this was your blood, would you? Answer me Daadimaa, why are you so quiet all of a sudden. Answer me. You don't have a answer for me do you. You had Sammera ostracized in Delhi society for the crime of breaking my heart, and yet you cant see this girls pain, her spirit. Suddenly she is That girl, as if she was in the wrong in this situation, as if it was her, and not members of our family, Dev, Nainatara, even choti maa, who did this, who used an innocent girl, and who stole everything from her, everything even her innocence, and her family, who even now steal her happiness. As a women, I had thought you would understand her, love her, admire her even more than I do for what she has been through, how strong she still is after everything, but instead of standing up for her, you stand against her joined hands with this hypocritical society who still blames women, ostracizes them even when they are not at fault. You are here, looking at me with sad and angry eyes because I am not eating well, taking care of my self, because I wont talk to you. Did you know she still has scars from when her brother tried to kill her because of Dev's actions, she cant ever speak to her family again for sending her brother to jail, she is alone in this city with no one to take care of her and the baby. That is what your grandson has done and yet you stand with him. Please Daadimaa, just leave, Please, I cant stand to look at you right now."
Looking away from her again, he returns to playing the piano, once again the haunting melody fills the air.
She does not say anything, what can she say. She knew he was right. Cursing herself for her weakness when it came to her grandsons, she walks back to her room. Making way to her closet, she pulls out the picture she has of her deceased bahu. "Beta I am so sorry for not taking care of Maan as I should have, as I promised you. I promised you his happiness and yet I am now creating the biggest obstacles to it. I know what I have to do, even Dev knows what he and I have to do but I don't know if I have the strength to send him to such a place. Beta, please show me the way and then give me the strength to follow through, I want to give proper justice to everyone involved."
Praying with all her strength, she makes her way to the bed for another restless night.
Give me fortitude for this pain,
strength for my actions.
Let me not stray from the path which is right,
difficult as it may be.
Give me wisdom to find happiness at all times,
Courage to do good.
Let me not wilt against that which is dark,
Harsh as it may be.
strength for my actions.
Let me not stray from the path which is right,
difficult as it may be.
Give me wisdom to find happiness at all times,
Courage to do good.
Let me not wilt against that which is dark,
Harsh as it may be.
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