15 AUGUST 1947: A day where on one hand, 1 heart and 2 dominions broke away from chains of slavery & colonisation and woke up to a new life and sunrise as independent entities, while on the other hand, humanity was dying with a brutal divorce between them on lines of religion and a perceived new sense of belonging taking precedence over all on both sides of the newly established (but NOT formally announced) border. Chaos, bloodshed and fire could be seen everywhere, and post the August 17 Partition, people hanging off trains to get to the RIGHT side of the border was a sight synonymous with the batwaara of people, property and propriety.
To each and every member of the Kyun Utthe Dil Chhod Aaye cast and crew today, I would like to salute and give you a standing ovation for portraying the tragedy so realistically and with sensitivity towards both sides. It is just the beginning, but as I was watching the episode, I could literally FEEL the pain as if I was suddenly transported to the 1940s and living this trauma of losing everything in one instant, and having to hide and move for the sake of existence along with the show's characters, and right now, well, I am speechless and screaming in agony at the same time.
Here is my humble dedication to the episode today:
Raw. Intense. Heartbreaking. Meaningful. Eyeopening. Numb.
The horrific tragedy has just begun and my heart stopped for a few seconds.
Every emotion today, every performance today was flawless and phenomenal.
The worry and selflessness for family and friends, humanity above everything else.
While the fire was consuming the city every minute outside, simultaneously, the fear in the hearts of each and every soul was increasing every second.
Picked apart, thrown aside, rioters never cared who lived, who died.
Nothing mattered more than survival of one's life and those who made them feel alive.
With the ashes, the city and people died. With the ashes, the brotherhood cried.
Raavi turned red with the untold tale of sacrifice of those who had once grown up together dreaming of the freedom to live, but the only freedom they got was salvation.
It was a brutal massacre on both sides, whose fire still continues to burn and torment us and push us in the abyss of hatred and thorns laid as a result of the traumatic experiences. Survivors somehow managed to find the courage to move ahead and helped to build the cities from the ruins, and create the core foundation of their respective countries, the wounds also slowly healed, but the scars haunt and remind us of what we have lost, and what we thought we gained, because things from this point ahead will never be the same again
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