episode 11
just saw. layered episode, nice. "kya aap bina shakkar kheer bana sakte hain? nahin na." a smooth bridge with those words to the fabulous memory of a man in a blue shirt, gardening. looks like writers are having a lot of fun.
director joins in with that jalebi khushi pops into her mouth over the emotional embrace with payal.
while manorama sits on the kitchen platform with a row of nail polish bottles fixing her nails while veggies look on. lo and behold, today rm has a maid in the kitchen. have counted up to four household staff by now. wish they hadn't disappeared without a trace as we went along.
touching little scene between sisters about their champagnia dreams: no one is going to work, we'll just get married and sit in our own homes, all dressed up and perfect wives, me walching tv after woh goes to work, you all happy tending to your saas. alas, that's not to be.
on the other side, naniji is ready to get her beloved's horoscope made. how dare you call hera goat, if you want to business here, purohit, make lakshmiji's kundli, born on guruvar too, our beauty.
clearly, wealthy or not so, sanka is the order of the day.
a whole new meaning to "seluph serbhees," a grandmother rattled, a girl lands up on her first day at work minus appointment letter, hellbent on teaching an arrogant young man that just having money doesn't make you superior in any way. and the arrogant young man, today pricey as these guys are prone to be; visible for all of less than a minute, sweetly slamming the phone on inquisitive di, leaving me gasping for more.
light, crisp episode. the khushi off to office on first day with buaji and payal pretty classic. lots of humour, buaji's bent love, khushi's complex emotions of fear, excitement, nervousness, just plain nuttiness, and payal's love and concern finally eyes brimming over for her little sister. three really talented actors there.
i can feel much is coming at us and fast. naniji is not one to sit quiet after hearing of a someone kashyap, also first time we hear of dhruv. but my ears stuck on, "woh humaar bitwa hai, koi aam nahin.. ki mausam dekhkar... achaar daale."
mango. mmm.
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