Aakriti Sharma, take a big bow, Dear One!
You really dazzled today with your emoting --your acting was brilliant and stupendous. You played a Kulfi who was setting free years of pent-up emotions, fears and tears. In other words, you finally showed the world a Kulfi who was all grown up --not by choice, but by circumstances-- a Kulfi who could see that her universe would always be barren of love, and that she would never come first in her father's household or his heart.
In short, you finally showed the audiences a Kulfi who had nothing to lose, for, sadly, she had nothing that she had gained in the first place. While Amyriji enjoyed all the public attention, acknowledgement and fanfare, all that Kulfi had was to sift through the leftovers pieces of Sikka's attention, thrown indulgently, much like one throws a few crumbs to a puppy begging at the dining table, mostly out of pity that it can never enjoy a seat at the table or engage in meaningful conversations or relationships. Yes, a puppy is part of the household, but, say, if one's child is allergic to the puppy, it is not complicated to see who would be the one to go. The old Kulfi was much like Johnny Kutta-Ji. No wonder, she had such a bond with him. They were alike --two peripheral souls. No matter how cute, loving, giving, or entertaining, they would ever be irrelevant to the main narrative of the household.
Aakriti, yesterday, thanks to your brilliant performance we all saw a new Kulfi being born. She is not the earlier one who was always desperate or dejected, but a new one one who now knows that she was always rejected. She is fiesty, impatient, and extremely clear. This Kulfi can see through the shady game of smoke and mirrors in the dysfunctional Gill household of lies, secrets, and masquerades. Unlike the old Kulfi, the newborn one has a voice, which she is not afraid to use. This voice is a wise blend of passion and reason. It is a voice that enables Kulfi to reject not Sikka, but his rejection of her. She is finally brave enough to ask why she is always last, despite always putting him and his whole family first in her eyes and life.
Kulfi's tears have evaporated in the anger of the Kumari avatar of the Mother Goddess who gave "darshan" to the hapless, hopeless, and helpless Sikka yesterday. She told him that he was a coward, an escapist, and a person who was given to victim-consciousness. The new Kulfi finally rejects Sikka's secret crumbs of leftover love for she now values herself. Her eyes are finally opened to seeing herself as Mother Nimrat saw her, and as the Mother Goddess sees her. She is no longer defined by Sikka's partial majboori-laced vision of her sense of being, but has emerged from the trappings of being exploited, and constantly seen as an afterthought to accept the glorious vision of her destiny.
For someone so young to portray such complex emotions is a herculean task that you, Aakriti, make it appear so easy. My prayers and best wishes are always with you, dear child, for a long life and good health. Shine on always. Om shanti.
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