". . . . as Prabhakar Anand set the table with his daughter's favorite delicacies so that he could make up for hurting her earlier that eventful day, he felt great pain himself. As they finished setting the table, Kavita spotted their daughter Poorbi standing at the door step of the hotel room, which had become their recent abode after being pushed out of their own house. Poorbi stood muted with pain - tears washing out what she couldn't hold within her.
Her dad innocently welcomed her home or whatever was left of it and said with a sweep of the hand - "See all that you like. Must be hungry right... Come on lets eat!". A wave of guilt flushed Poorbi's cheeks red. She could never understand how her dad, who she had insulted and called names with the slightest provocation six hours ago, had forgotten everything and be worried about her and all that he wanted to do was to love her and care for her.
Poorbi couldn't hold her composure any more. She saw the old but strong gentle giant fiddling with the napkins so that everything was perfect for her and her heart went out to him. All she could think was - how can he love me so much? how? Fresh tears brimming in her eyes, Poorbi ran and hugged her dad from behind and held him in a clasp which told her father - i have got you, will never leave you, love you . . . ."
Sitting thousands of miles from the characters who enacted their roles with a brilliance and zeal that i rarely see in productions nowadays and sitting even further in time from when it was shot, my heart shuddered and thought - who's got my back?
A cold shiver crept up my empty back and tremors ran through my body as i felt alone and abandoned in the dark auditorium.
