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Sometimes reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey... a journey that starts at forever and ends at never. This journey of togetherness is what this episode set in motion...with the understanding that sometimes what you want you don't get, but in the end what you get is so much better than what you wanted...
A new start...with hammering heart...We color the world with our dream; Nothing is as it did seem...His love has burst my bonds and set music to my songs, and so I sing...His need for me and mine for him has made our Winter become Spring.
What should have been a dark night turned bright and cheerful purely because love and understanding resonated from every crevice in that room. Yash has taken over the mantle of the family's pillar so naturally that the days of his indifference and disjoint seem like a far-of nightmare now. The kids have questions...and rightfully so. Their little world too turned upside down...and if they are not complaining and only questioning with a curiosity, it's because they see their parents take the blow with their chins up and with a smile and lot of love and cheer. Kids are happy if they sense stability and control in their parents...As long as only the room has changed and not the love, it is fine. They ask about the punishment...the banishment... and the duration of it and are completely appeased when Yash answers without a flinch, "Just as you are sent out of a classroom as punishment when you are wrong, mumma/papa too have been punished thus. We don't know how long the punishment will last but dadaji will call us back when it is over." The children understand the simple explanation and go of to sleep. However, Yash knows his Aartiji had been wallowing in guilt and self-incrimination throughout the children's interrogation...He knows exactly what is going on in her. He knows because he has been there...he knows that weight of what happened is burdening her and bending her knees, so much so that she cannot even face the children, let alone make them understand about this huge change in their lives. Yash reaches out to her, holds her by the shoulders, turns her to him, and wipes away her tears..."Please don't hold any guilt in you. Whatever is happening is not of your making.".../..."But it is Yashji...if the kids miss their dada-dadi, it's because of me...it's all my fault. You too miss your parents...I can see the sorrow in your eyes.".../..."I won't deny I do...Whenever I go away from home, my endeavor is always to reach back home as early as possible. I miss them that much...and you Aartiji? I know you too miss the family as much as I do...OK, let's make a deal...we'll never talk about the how and the why of this anymore. Let's perceive this from another angle...the positive angle...When we stay away from the people we love, the love and the longing only increases. It'll happen with us also. These are tough times and we need to face this together...as long as I have your support, we'll be able to keep our children smiling...and we can then be the best parents to our kids."...Aarti keeps her hand in his and smiles her support..."The kids are right Yashji...we will all be such good children that babuji will have to perforce take us back."...Yash is overwhelmed at seeing the positivity back in his beloved Aartiji's face and engulfs her hand in both of his, looking deeply into her eyes and wanting to confess his love once again...That's when Ansh topples over the bed and is confused as to how he landed down when papa was supposed to be at the end...Papa and mumma are visibly embarrassed and smile at each other shyly. These moments of quiet mutual gaze of love and trust and positivity are like the first moments of refuge or rest after a day of ordeal and setbacks...If the night ends positively, the morning sun can only herald a new beginning...the beginning of the end of the ordeal...
The morning rays spread across the house, with a mother's prayers resonating through the walls and reaching even the ears of those sent away. The loved one upstairs understands and smiles at the mother's blessings thus sent. And then...it happens...there is a break...Why? And then the moment of understanding, the silent message, a nervous silent plea for help...and the heart above picks up the chord...the walls notwithstanding. Gayatri is in a habit of forgetting...she forgets the lines...Aarti knows what happened...and extends her help as if she is standing right beside her mummyji. The prayer carries on...now sung by both...a mute witness to the depth of love and mutual understanding that is no slave to the self-created walls. Yash who has woken up to the pure lilt floating in the air smiles with love at the woman who brought so much sunshine into his life.
The bathroom has been a place where their togetherness has witnessed a quaintly endearing growth. With all the barriers down Yash freely romances his wife...but is taken aback when his blatantly apparent advances are returned with equal naughty foreplay by his Aartiji..."Aha, Yash you forgot, your sweetheart is no coy damsel but a gundi by nature...She will match mischief with mischief...prank with a prank...passion with a passion...till your heart is left reeling with a need for more and lips smiling in acknowledgment!!!" Palak's voice breaks into their closeness just as Aarti has closed her eyes in anticipation of a kiss...but in a throwback to another night when Yash had closed his eyes in anticipation and Aarti had turned naughty...he too breaks the moment with a "Aartiji, Palak has arisen." And then he actually sees his beautiful wife's Palak (eyelids) arise slowly as he watches mesmerized...
Ansh could always smell his favorite food items from miles away...his taste buds egging him to follow the aroma of his favorite sweet. He goes and stands at the stairs, watching with a yearning the family having his favorite jalebis. Aarti comes and realizes what's happening and encourages him to approach his dadi...Yash and Aarti wait with baited breath as to the outcome of this attempt of reconciliation...especially when they see their father walk into the scene as Gayatri is about to feed Ansh...
Aside:
A new start...with hammering heart...We color the world with our dream; Nothing is as it did seem...His love has burst my bonds and set music to my songs, and so I sing...His need for me and mine for him has made our Winter become Spring.
What should have been a dark night turned bright and cheerful purely because love and understanding resonated from every crevice in that room. Yash has taken over the mantle of the family's pillar so naturally that the days of his indifference and disjoint seem like a far-of nightmare now. The kids have questions...and rightfully so. Their little world too turned upside down...and if they are not complaining and only questioning with a curiosity, it's because they see their parents take the blow with their chins up and with a smile and lot of love and cheer. Kids are happy if they sense stability and control in their parents...As long as only the room has changed and not the love, it is fine. They ask about the punishment...the banishment... and the duration of it and are completely appeased when Yash answers without a flinch, "Just as you are sent out of a classroom as punishment when you are wrong, mumma/papa too have been punished thus. We don't know how long the punishment will last but dadaji will call us back when it is over." The children understand the simple explanation and go of to sleep. However, Yash knows his Aartiji had been wallowing in guilt and self-incrimination throughout the children's interrogation...He knows exactly what is going on in her. He knows because he has been there...he knows that weight of what happened is burdening her and bending her knees, so much so that she cannot even face the children, let alone make them understand about this huge change in their lives. Yash reaches out to her, holds her by the shoulders, turns her to him, and wipes away her tears..."Please don't hold any guilt in you. Whatever is happening is not of your making.".../..."But it is Yashji...if the kids miss their dada-dadi, it's because of me...it's all my fault. You too miss your parents...I can see the sorrow in your eyes.".../..."I won't deny I do...Whenever I go away from home, my endeavor is always to reach back home as early as possible. I miss them that much...and you Aartiji? I know you too miss the family as much as I do...OK, let's make a deal...we'll never talk about the how and the why of this anymore. Let's perceive this from another angle...the positive angle...When we stay away from the people we love, the love and the longing only increases. It'll happen with us also. These are tough times and we need to face this together...as long as I have your support, we'll be able to keep our children smiling...and we can then be the best parents to our kids."...Aarti keeps her hand in his and smiles her support..."The kids are right Yashji...we will all be such good children that babuji will have to perforce take us back."...Yash is overwhelmed at seeing the positivity back in his beloved Aartiji's face and engulfs her hand in both of his, looking deeply into her eyes and wanting to confess his love once again...That's when Ansh topples over the bed and is confused as to how he landed down when papa was supposed to be at the end...Papa and mumma are visibly embarrassed and smile at each other shyly. These moments of quiet mutual gaze of love and trust and positivity are like the first moments of refuge or rest after a day of ordeal and setbacks...If the night ends positively, the morning sun can only herald a new beginning...the beginning of the end of the ordeal...
The morning rays spread across the house, with a mother's prayers resonating through the walls and reaching even the ears of those sent away. The loved one upstairs understands and smiles at the mother's blessings thus sent. And then...it happens...there is a break...Why? And then the moment of understanding, the silent message, a nervous silent plea for help...and the heart above picks up the chord...the walls notwithstanding. Gayatri is in a habit of forgetting...she forgets the lines...Aarti knows what happened...and extends her help as if she is standing right beside her mummyji. The prayer carries on...now sung by both...a mute witness to the depth of love and mutual understanding that is no slave to the self-created walls. Yash who has woken up to the pure lilt floating in the air smiles with love at the woman who brought so much sunshine into his life.
The bathroom has been a place where their togetherness has witnessed a quaintly endearing growth. With all the barriers down Yash freely romances his wife...but is taken aback when his blatantly apparent advances are returned with equal naughty foreplay by his Aartiji..."Aha, Yash you forgot, your sweetheart is no coy damsel but a gundi by nature...She will match mischief with mischief...prank with a prank...passion with a passion...till your heart is left reeling with a need for more and lips smiling in acknowledgment!!!" Palak's voice breaks into their closeness just as Aarti has closed her eyes in anticipation of a kiss...but in a throwback to another night when Yash had closed his eyes in anticipation and Aarti had turned naughty...he too breaks the moment with a "Aartiji, Palak has arisen." And then he actually sees his beautiful wife's Palak (eyelids) arise slowly as he watches mesmerized...
Ansh could always smell his favorite food items from miles away...his taste buds egging him to follow the aroma of his favorite sweet. He goes and stands at the stairs, watching with a yearning the family having his favorite jalebis. Aarti comes and realizes what's happening and encourages him to approach his dadi...Yash and Aarti wait with baited breath as to the outcome of this attempt of reconciliation...especially when they see their father walk into the scene as Gayatri is about to feed Ansh...
Aside:
- Prashant is acting on plain jealousy now and is terming his Zid, his bullheadedness, as his need. Another man has what was supposed to be his...what was by rights his...He'll go to any lengths to get his "things" back...He got back his parents, his property, and now he'll get back "his son." In trying to steal Ansh and waylay him, Prashant's true colors will unfold in front of the Scindias, who will realize what kind of so-called husband actually was Aarti's first.
That's it friends...my two cents for whatever it is worth. The week promises to be full of bonding and facing hurdles with a smile...After all Tough times never last, but tough people do!!!
Have a nice day.đ
