This lifelike oil captures the essence of bridal sorrow, an unhappiness so ungovernable that dharm has assigned it to be borne by the woman. The figure you see in this painting is of a nubile woman, married off by her parents into probably a village like theirs some distance away. Her mouth is pursed; pensiveness, writ large on her beauteous brow. For probably the first time amidst the bustle of her new duties, she has had a moment to herself. How far away she is from everything she has ever know or that has made her who she is. She is glowing in the quiet afternoon light that has stolen into the kitchen. Any moment now the turmoil within her would come out in a torrent of womanly tears.