I love how you write.
I truly had writer's envy when I read your descriptive passage on how Khushi had returned to "normalcy"--beautifully rendered, one feels that strain in Khushi, though the surface looks smooth. This is so typical Khushi--resilient to a fault, almost. Especially the writing on how the neighbours react and she has become a symbol of all the evil that happens in the big cities. So well written. Bravo!
Since her return five months ago from her ill fated short lived marriage to that Arnav Singh Raizada in Delhi, Khushi was a favorite topic of conversation in the chawl. Whenever a young girl of the area spoke of going out of the house to get a job, or seemed to desire too much independence, they were sternly reminded about their Khushi Didi, who went out of the home, to work for her family, and ended up ruined.
Very poignant scene with Khushi asking to goddess permission to join her parents--the night at the temple with the knife. Gosh--how impactful this would be on screen!
You write like a film maker. Even the prologue--first we read the news article written with the cold sensationalist indifference typical of popular media--then we see how it affects Arnav.
Won't gush any longer.
Well done and do continue when you can.
There is another rich story here in your capable hands.
Maya
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