Still waters run deep ... The Musketeers and Their Mission
Today, they made me a tad bit proud.
They had to be still even as they continued to engage in a duel.
Him. A la Porthos. In order to understand that there was no option but go back home in order to keep her safe. In order to bow and apologise and seek the blessings of your antagonist. When one is under a cover, one has to do what is necessary to prevent it from being blown.
Him. A la Aramis. In order to lead his nephew and the pretend fiance back home, carrying her baggage as a gentleman and introducing the couple to the workers. In order to assert that the nephew was the son of his elder brother. In order to assert that the house belonged to his elder brother. In order to bravely extend a favourite scooter ride a la Humara Bajaj to his beloved nephew.
Him. A la Athos. In order to ignore the frequent jibes of his sister-in-law in order to respond to the request of the daughter-in-law to stay back.
Her. Their Mission. One that they were all bound to protect. She had to be still too. For she knew that in her silence - that of his supposed witness - would be his defeat.
Yet, in the stillness, they forgot. Loners that they were, it had been a while since they worked with someone. And the quartet appear to have forgotten one lesson they had all once learned. Tally. Not just the mathematical one that had seen him bearing the brunt of his teacher's cane whilst younger. But the one that is needed to prevent the pretence from being unravelled easily. Which village are you from? A hesitation ... Jaipur. Tally your stories when you put up a joint pretence, Musketeers!
Tsk tsk. He thought that laying down the rules of Silent (don't reveal) Boundaries (don't go out of the house) would be enough to keep the cover from being blow. That the Silent Boundaries would keep the waters from ebbing to reveal the bed he had made for himself. He ought to know better that the eyes reveal much more when the tongue is silent.
Seeing her brought back some memories. The daughter-in-law whose effervescence, in the absence of the mother-in-law, reminded me of a caterpillar shedding its skin to become a butterfly.
Today, the waters have receded to reveal the girl with her baggage. What else will they reveal tomorrow?
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
