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Honestly, I may not have the words the words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to give you a hug, ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about...and I have a heart...a heart that aches to see the smiles back...
Today the essence of this punar vivah shone through with a completeness that was never before. Yash and Aarti found solace in people who were strangers to them not many months back. Profound grief is almost like a specific location...a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing deep inside the forest of sorrow, you are confronted with darkness wherever you look; Yet sometimes a hand extended and words of love can become the guide and bring a ray of hope. Yash and Aarti were lost and directionless when they walked back into the gates of their home...sans their son. They needed motivation...a loving nudge to keep them going.
In moments of abject misery Yash had always found solace and strength in his mother. She always got through to him when others couldn't. Alas, this time his ma couldn't be there to keep that loving hand on his head or to offer her lap for him to lay his head down in search of peace...but, but, but...there was one person who was as full of love as his mother, who believed in him more than in her son, who never failed to stand by him and his wife...Shobhama. Somewhere there was a stab of guilt in Yash that he was the cause of her and babuji's grief. He wanted to make amends. He goes to them, sits next to them, and sheds tears of remorse and anguish with them..."Shobhama, I and Aartiji are going through a very tough time of our lives as are you. Both of us need your blessings...your hands on our heads. May I ask something from you? Please come and stay with us in our little abode. We need you to be with us."
Aarti enters the house with heaviness in her heart and dragging feet...the empty walls resonate with Ansh's call of "ma" and her deluded heart conjures up the echo of his voice. She slithers down unsteadily next to the pool...a shadow of the strong woman that she is. That's when a voice of reason and love and rationale floats in and revives her...makes her aware of her other responsibilities...breathes strength and courage into her...her mummyji..."Keep a hold on yourself, Aarti...You cannot break down. At the cost of sounding selfish, I have to remind you that you have my son's family to hold together...Your daughters have not eaten and what about the little one you are carrying within you? Get up and face your responsibilities." Her love and bua's caustic remarks get through to Aarti as she wipes her tears with a resolution and takes the plate of food. How far this mother and daughter duo have come...There was a time early on in this marriage when Gayatri would command Aarti to leave everything and only look after Yash and his daughters...as a duty. Then, Aarti was no more than a caretaker in her eyes...a woman whom they brought in the family so that she tend to the motherless girls' physical needs and in due course give them a grandson. How the dynamics have changed!! Today she appeals to the woman in Aarti...the woman on whom her son and his children rely on to live and breathe.
Aarti realizes her mistake and apologizes immediately...an apparent weakness is also her biggest strength. In her owning up to her mistakes, her honesty and purity of purpose shines through. Palak knows her mother well by now...She rises to the occasion at her mother's heartrending apology and becomes the silent support that a mother's aching heart needed. Palak extends her small fingers and wipes her mother's tears away..."Don't be sad ma...We don't like it when you are like this. You are the best mother in the world. I love you so much." Just the right words to soothen a sorrowful, guilt-ridden mother's pain. Aarti pulls her in a tight embrace, kissing her, and promising her that mumma will never make the mistake of neglecting them again.
Yash brings in Aarti's parents...and Aarti, a daughter in pain, runs to her mother's arms for the much-needed cry. Shobha notices the lump in Aarti's aanchal...which turns out to be a flower that Ansh had asked her to carry...while carrying one himself. Palak consoles her mother that she will carry out what her brother wanted. Yash pulls his daughter and wife to himself in an embrace of love, security, and consolation...causing Shobha to remark, "You see this Dubeyji? A family who stays together in adversity can never face failure for long."
By the quirk of fate, the flower that Ansh took finds its way to the intended garden...Ansh returns home, albeit in darkness...a darkness that surrounds him as well as his papa, mumma, and sisters. Well, where there is courage, there is hope... and Yash and Aarti will tenaciously pursue the whereabouts of their son...and the wrongdoer, who is watching the pain of the parents, will not go unpunished...or is it that he has already been punished and this pain he is inflicting on Yash and Aarti is to prove a point? Who knows...only time will tell!!!
Aside:
- I was reminded of the TV series Cluedo, wherein all the suspects gather under one roof for the final truth to unfold. So Whodunit?...Here's my suspect: Satyendra Dubey. Yup, he has been there at all the right places...right from who took the key to handing money to Aakash. The motive: Obviously to make Yash and Aarti realize how it feels when a son is taken away. The plan of re-kidnapping was hatched after Prashant's death. Dubeyji's behavior is suspect after that. When Yash came home, he didn't say a word. When Yash took them to SM and Aarti cried in Shobha's arms, he again didn't say anything. Next day he was seen appealing separately to the police SP, as Aakash came in and passed the "bagal me chura...sheher mein dhindhora" remark...! I am very sure it is not SP Scindia. He is just the red herring. The Aakash/SP story is entirely different...which will really begin when the kidnap drama is over...Well, only CVs know whether I am right or wrong. However, this speculation should work wonders with the trps.
That's it friends. My two cents.
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