Another mantra was initiated today...play one bahu against the other. Gayatri is on home ground here. This is her sphere, where even her husband doesn't interfere. So, very conveniently, for a moment, Aarti becomes the favored one, and Pari, the pariah...Gayatri will constantly play this game...using one's strength/weakness against the other's. Isn't that how it has been done for like eternity? Isn't this how you continue to hold the baton in the family? She is only following this unwritten, unspoken mantra that is passed on from generations...She has such beautiful bahus, who are each individually different, yet are respectful and good human beings. She can so easily envelope them in her maternal fold and guide them and mold them into the family the right way...but no, she has to follow the mantra, you see...!!!!!Aarti's Corner: A lonely corner. They are all conniving to snatch away her only life source, her son. What more has she to lose? Nothing. In that one moment, when she vent out her feelings, her pathos, her sense of betrayal, her agony, she stood alone...a beaten down, defeated version, a caricature, of a woman who, just yesterday, was a lively, spirited, vibrant human being. You knock the life out of a person and you expect that person to be happy, right ma & papa dubey? And you say you are doing all this for her happiness?😡You better set the wrong right now...with or without Yash's help.
I absolutely agree with you Indu. The Dubeys, in the name of making her life, are breaking the personality and the character she is. She came across as a confident, straight-forward, optimistic -given any dire situation (such as an unsuccessful first marriage)- person with a fervent desire for family, love, bonding, and self-respect. She gives unconditionally and she expects as much in return too. But the recent developments in her life has pushed her to a corner, as you put it beautifully, where she has lost her identity. She cannot speak her mind, feel the right, defend herself, put up her head and confess and take the pride of facing the consequences to her confession, and least of all cannot even decide for her future with her son. How more pathetic can things get. Who is she fighting for and for what?
The family that she thought is her own does not understand her or even acknowledge her as a being is what she feels now. To her, her 'parents' didn't respect her feelings and did not understand what makes her happy is a big blow. Now she has lost hopes of anything and everything. She feels she does not own anything or belong to anything or anyone.
She has cucooned herself in a corner, a dark abyss, where there is no trace of expectation or hope. She looks completely broken and resigned. There are times in our lives when such situations arise where at the spur of the moment we think everything is lost and there is no hope and we don't even think straight and work our mind to think of what to do next. A deadlock stage. But is that really the end of the road? No. It is only in these situations that we really appreciate relationships, be it friends, relations, acquaintances, or even strangers for that matter. It will be one of those people again who is going steer you out of the situation or at least be there for you when you pass that phase in your life. Here, Yash we hope will again play the catalyst to get her out of this temporary mayhem.
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