Originally posted by: napstermonster
This was absolutely beautiful, and I loved what I read here--the language was excellent, the imagery evocative and meaningful. The best image for me was the shattering of the glass, and the glass shards slowly entering her exposed, beating heart. It was so...moving, I could see it in my head. I imagined this scene, and wrapped myself in this image and NOT the one onscreen because of two essential things you did here, which we did not find onscreen and which we will not see on Monday. The reason, aside from creative excellence, is because the way you see Paro and the depth and voice you have given her is nothing close to the CVs.
I loved her asking--what if this was the past I had brought to you for you to deal with--and his response, the unreasoning, blind anger...it should give him a moment to understand what SHE might be feeling--she has as much right to feel anger, to feel numbing pain and yes, even disgust, as he did for those five seconds when the thought of another man's hands on Paro tormented him.
This was beautifully, and, in my opinion, necessarily brought up here. It made Paro an equal in Rudra's eyes, her pain equal to his own. And secondly, what you did with the last line resonated. It is human nature to want the person hurting you to SEE that hurt-all the more if the hurt was undeserved. It made her human, it made her less of a "nasamaaj, nadaan gaai." It made her a wife, a woman who has been wounded, perhaps almost mortally. Who has been shattered by her man. Who demands he share, if not the pain, at least the guilt and repentance from watching her suffer his inflicted pain. It made Paro flawed, and made him actually feel what he had done. He burnt, and it made him a part of her pain. Lovely.
I am one of the minority who believe Paro should forgive him, and quickly, too. She should not let who he was impact what they have, and she should see the difference--who he is now. That she should realize the Rudra who Laila knows is nothing close to the Rudra who Paro has in her life. I hope she is smart enough to know he cares for her, that he considers her his wife. And, most importantly, that she should believe him when he says he never loved Laila, and never wanted anything with her--since our Rudra is, if nothing else, a devastatingly honest man.
I hope she will show a spine of steel on Monday and toss that orange clad, man-eating bitch out on her ass. But even if she does not, and is the foolish self sacrificing indian serial wife I am expecting--I will reread this, my love, and I will imagine this scene again and feel good to have this Paro and this Rudra in my head, doing the right thing.
Thank you for a Drabble that will do that for me. I hope it wont have to--but it feels good to know that should the CVS fail me, you will not.
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