The journey from attachment to the vine of desire was painstaking. In the unaccustomed earth, she traverses from commitment to betrayal. For the habit of having a companion we betray the past; for adventure we betray sanity; and for love we betray friendship. Above all these small closures of life, how death betrays living. However, taking cue from Khureishi’s "intimacy" some of the betrayal becomes necessary – to grow, to move on, and to learn.
Hema did not share a living with Kaushik, but he grew old in her, he suffered in her and died with her. The natural calamity was hand cuffed by a bond without burden. The only reason that tied them together was his mother who again was betrayed. The emptiness that made him reach to the shores of Hema, where they met their memoirs of togetherness.
From this narrative to the struggle a father made to open up to his daughter, but could not. This is also betrayal in its subtle form.
Hema did not share a living with Kaushik, but he grew old in her, he suffered in her and died with her. The natural calamity was hand cuffed by a bond without burden. The only reason that tied them together was his mother who again was betrayed. The emptiness that made him reach to the shores of Hema, where they met their memoirs of togetherness.
From this narrative to the struggle a father made to open up to his daughter, but could not. This is also betrayal in its subtle form.
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