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Today, a lot of people were handed unwelcome news that hit them where it hurts.
Reality bit Rudra when his father laid the facts about Paro's situation before him: "You've killed her husband...she doesn't want to return to the village...you don't want to let her leave this room...Marry her!...You have your life before you...this girl is like the rain, she'll temper the desert in you."
Truths that Rudra didn't want to hear; that he had no intention of acting upon, and that would not allow him to leave without a retort.
And so reality bit Ranawat when Rudra refused to give even passing thought to the marriage proposal, laying the blame for his attitude squarely in his father's lap: "You taught me everything I know about women - did you forget that?" Ranawat was left reflecting on his lifetime's teachings and their result.
Next, reality bit Thakursa, who'd been basking in the warm sunshine of Paro's death, until the messenger, who deserved to be eternally silenced, appeared like a storm-cloud on the horizon. And sure enough he rained the bad news that he'd spotted Parvati alive and well on the bus to Chandangarh! The Thakursa refused to see a storm in the passing shower. But the Thakurainsa had the bit between her teeth now, and was frantic that he send men to retrieve her Paro baisa. So he decided to ruthlessly squash her rising hopes.
That's when reality bit the Thakurainsa who'd been cherishing dreams of clasping her precious Paro baisa to her breast. Thakursa's conviction that the messenger would do anything for a reward, and, in view of the post mortem report, was not credible, burst that barely formed bubble of bliss.
Reality bit Paro when she realised that she'd acquired Rudra (a couldn't-be-bothered-to-change-in-another-room, already-occupying-the-bed Rudra) as room-mate. A Rudra who had no compunctions (when had he ever?) in telling her that she'd made her bed and now must lie in it. Where exactly she slept, therefore, was irrelevent. That is, irrelevant after he'd noted where she'd made her bed.
Well, if, as Rudra said, Paro could return of her own free will; throw him a challenge; adopt the room as her own; decide where to lay; then she could jolly well find her own night-clothes to change into! So, Paro didn't spare a thought about rifling through Rudra's wardrobe, never mind answering his query.
So it was that reality nipped Rudra yet again when Paro explained what she was looking for. "Clothes," she said. "I can't wear these now. These are bridal clothes, and I'm a..." She didn't need to complete the sentence for even the Jallad, who, until a moment ago had been welcoming her to hell, was not immune to her plight. He pulled out some clothes she could change into and thrust them into her hands with a warning to never touch his stuff without his ijaazat.
On the other side of the doors, reality bit Kaakisa, when she realised that her business had just suffered a whopping two-lakh-rupee loss thanks to Samrat's niceness. The sting was sharp enough that she felt no qualms about flogging Samrat and Mythili about their inability to conceive! The tongue-lashing drew tears to Mythili's eyes, and etched lines of pain on her son's face. But if they couldn't accept reality then that was their problem. Kaakisa was too busy finding a way to recoup her losses.
Finally, tonight, reality bit Laila so hard it drew blood. Her lover of eight years had the nerve to ask her for a set of her clothes for a wench, whose identity she must not ask! The lover she had eschewed all other men for these many years. Yet, who had recently picked a wench up off a baraat, and was now begging clothes for some other wench. Laila took the bite for what it was - a warning, and unsheathed her claws in return: Rudra had better not fall in love with any girl, or else...
A lovely, comparatively light-hearted episode today. Some very nice lines along with the usual sharp dialogues we've come to expect from Raghuvir Shekhawat. None nicer than the conversation between father and son. The rassi and rishtey line, and the analogies of Paro to cool rain and Rudra to burning desert sands were great. Gautam Hegde's screenplay continues to be evocative, and never better than when Paro catches sight of herself in Rudra's clothes in the trick mirror, and it brings a smile to her face. What a standout scene! πππ to both.
Ashish turned in a restrained performance, giving us shades of mockery, hostility, exasperation, enjoyment, chagrin, guilt, and so many more emotions. Sanaya was equally subtle in her expression of fear, hostility, dutch courage, compassion, and relieved joy (from finally discarding the bridal outfit π). Ankita was again convincing as the circumscribed lover who has no other hold over Rudra, and whose insecurity has just received a shot in the arm. Of the supporting cast, Kali Prasad ji continued to delight with his matter-of-fact advice, thoughtfulness, and sense of humour. πππ to all!
Waiting for some more lighter moments tomorrow.
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