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This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
In the end, Shefali Shah's character comes out of the kitchen and sits in the chair. All the cleverly used background noise of the men, the cooler, and the utensils stop and turn into something soothing. She sits in front of the cooler, sips the juice, and looks at her husband.
There is no dialogue. Just silence. Patriarchy exists in the silent and many little moments that go unnoticed. There is no need for her to say anything in the…