It was a funny thing how quickly our wittiness disappears at the time of need like that Yodhya was facing at the moment. All it takes is one numbing moment and our brain throws us in some kind of temporary daze, in state of paralysis leaving us on our own to deal with the circumstances.
Why doesn’t it protect us from the humiliations like it does from lurking danger? Where does that reflex action go when one feels the humiliations tragic enough to be thrown in a pit? Yodhya wanted to scream at her science teacher for answers. She cursed that moron old man mentally who might be enjoying his retirement in Miami, fully aware that it was not his fault least in the bit that she had hit her forced husband in heap of emotions who happens to be a man of power and prominence and capable of kil
