Do we see a smirk? On face of mother-daughter duo? Not perhaps, but certainly a smug exchange of nods-in the eyes. That finally they have managed to squash Anandi, sound and proper, through their domestic tool, that wimpy smidgen, who delude himself as a prize catch. That they have eradicated that last vestige of innocence, clinging shakily in the form of a remnant- relic of a bond, formed far earlier than they ever entered their innocent lives.
A mother, instead of mourning her lost grandchild in a dignified(?!) silence, or nursing her near fatal daughter, is losing no time in turning the table on a phantom 'rival', who was not even present. Or not an iota of shame in pursuing her frustrated ambition about seeing her daughter established in a great house, with provoking and whetting their prized tool. Never mind that a father might be grieving his lost child, just whip his frayed nerves.
A mother to be, instead of introspecting what harm her callous hatred has wracked upon herself-her unborn child- is still in denial. She refuses to see the fact, her own rash driving.
In this tragic moment, she adopts self preservation; distorting/hiding the fact about origin of fatal call to the husband, or shifting entire blame on a third party, without a pause. But amazing part is their reaction to Jagat's thrashing of Anandi. An unmistakable sign of a 'victory' over the rival, even in this sad time!!
And a father, who was perhaps genuinely mourning the loss. But instead of sober recouping, he starts bragging, abusing and foul mouthing that person, who has always empathised, forgiven and sustained his truck loads of whims. And saved his life in free cost of her own life-barely saved.
Truly a trio in mourning; two manipulating, one- getting manipulated but no less foul.
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