Normal!

Posted by Tanushree Das
February 2, 2017

Self-Published

She never died. She weaved into life; holds the mic and gives a “mayoos meena“ smile. You would know she is behind you preparing herself to shock you, but alas she fails. She will naturally have this beautiful extravagant aura around her. Her feet sprinting, mass hardly on the ground, she seemed to never let anything be bothered, her golden brown hair breezing into a waltz, she would flick her fringes like that hair shampoo advertisement. Yellow high-neck tunic and orange pants, we did pull her leg that day. She was my dram-soc (drama society) friend in college, legs parted and I knew I was the baby to her vagina in the street play. Chews imaginary paan and does my make up for stage and I would stare into her golden brown eyes with that PERFECTLY winged eye liner. We grew together as actors having our share of joys and failures. But she was larger than life for all the people who know her, she was intense and light like a feather. She lost her hand as a child to medical negligence. I will not try to correct myself here. Yes, I did notice the so-called short fall, and yes I frowned with surprise about how “normal” she seemed. TUNG the sonar goes and encompass the story of binary system of perfection. Running on the hegemony of the products of the society stooping down to the minus and pluses of everything making one embar to the ideas of the demagogue. She was certainly conscious of her body, she hid her amputated hand whenever she got herself clicked

Though drama was her joy, with responsibility tagging along and theatre exercise is not a child’s play but she would NEVER complain. Jump, Fall, Sleep, Sit, Kick, Climb and she would be “normal” while few people stopped to take a breath from the uber tiring surya namaskars touching the count to 150, she DID NOT stop! She never stopped she dreamt and achieved whatever li’l she wished for in the 22 years she breathed oxygen. SPONTANEOUS and igniting life with laughter and love. Black leather pants, white shirt and a crimson corduroy blazer, knee high boots, pink lipstick holds the DSLR calling her girlfriends click-flash click-flash it goes. Did you just flinch? Oh no! Be patient, it’s just for a while smile and hold your pose!

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