"Everyone needs a house to live in, but a supportive family is what builds a home."
-Anthony Liccione
A home is supposed to be a safe place where you least expect to be judged or betrayed, a source of endless encouragement, of comfort, of assurance, of backing and emotional strength.
The past week in the Rajvansh house has been the week for revelations, treachery, and heartaches. While we all were certainly aware of the fact that the family was far from being perfect, before last week, the extent of the clear dysfunctionality in the family had never been so glaring. We have always wondered what pushed Abir into being the 'nomad' that he is. Why did he have to look for refuge elsewhere while there was an entire family of his blood relatives who seemed to care for him genuinely despite their shortcomings? After a week of bald-faced lies, ulterior motives and absolute selfishness, the answer has never been more obvious.
A mother that cares more about controlling her son and his life more than his happiness. A Grandparent that promised to be his father-figure, who clearly seems to have chosen his side and his priorities that do not involve his wishes or happiness especially when they contradict a certain daughter's wish. A brother who refuses to see past the box that his mother cleverly crafted to keep him closer to herself & way farther from the rest of the world, who chooses to remain blind to everything-feelings, and people that he either cannot or refuses to understand. An uncle who doesn't really have an existence separate from the sister that he worships. An aunt whose opinion has never and will never be sought. Another aunt that clearly prioritizes her own son's security and happiness over everything else. Someone so dependent on a certain relationship she calls friendship, that she has time and again refused to take a stand for truth despite knowing of it, desperate to cling to the leader-follower collusion between his mother and herself, a clear mockery of relationship called friendship. Let's not forget the newest addition to the dysfunctionality, his sister-in-law. The sister-in-law who tried (and continues to try) every last trick in the book to ensure he doesn't succeed in gaining the one thing he considers his biggest source of comfort. The sister that continues to try to sabotage his chances at winning the girl that has constantly been the source of his endless smiles and genuine happiness, a love he considers above everything else, a girl that comes above everyone else. A sister-in-law he considers an ally, a friend, unaware that the said sister doesn't understand the first thing about being someone's friend.
Not a single person in the family tried to understand the plight of a boy in search of his dad that had abandoned him at the innocent age of 5. Forced to forget and being discouraged to ask any questions, the boy grew up without any closure. Having to grow up seeing his mother continuously try and manipulate the situation to her advantage. Having to resist his mother's control and fight to hold on to the memories and especially learnings that were instilled in him by his father. Having to wait and pray every single day since he was 5 to get a glimpse of the man he still adored & loved as his father.
It was easy to see how the entire family treated the subject. A mere annoyance, an insignificant 'thing' that did not deserve their attention or response. The last nail in the coffin was them sending a desperate son with false hopes and promises, to search for his long lost father, a father he still clearly adores, towards a destination that would only crush his hopes and heart yet again especially on his birthday? Was it only me who saw the irony in them preparing for his big-day bash while they prayed for him to fail? Reducing him to actual tears on his birthday?! The one person in the entire family to always put a smile on everyone else's face - sobbing on his big day. How can they still call themselves his family when they have so failed him and continue to fail him colossally?
"Having a place to go – is a home. Having someone to love – is a family. Having both – is a blessing"
-Donna Hedges
Unfortunately, the Rajvansh house failed to be either of those for Abir. We all know who became his blessing. The girl that always manages to stop him, ground him, anchor him. While the same house tries their best to take it all away. It's true what they say, a family makes a man/woman. A true family guides, inspires and uplifts one to great heights while others only leave irreversible damage and immense pain in their wake.
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A/N: So I'm thinking the post doesn't come as a surprise to a lot of you. It was in fact long due but I've been patiently waiting to see how low the family stoops down to. It's safe to say, I've reached my threshold. Apart from Jugnu and maybe Ketki(does she even count, though?), no one in that house, they want Abir to call his home, have ever truly put him first or truly cared for his happiness the way he deserves to be, if it came in the way of their own selfish motives. Abir deserves so much better than being a 'Rajvansh'.
P.S As always, haven't proof-read. I usually lose patience as soon as I put down something. I will proof-read as soon as I am up for it. Until then, please forgive the mistakes, stray thoughts, and sentence structuring.