" heylo ? "" hallo princess ! "
The word invokes myrid memories.
A childhood belief. Dad tossing me up in the air. Squeals of laughter. ' kanmani ' he calls me. Yes i believe then I am a princess.
Me and my sis . grannys places. cuddled and cozyed up. kumar chitta , sudhi chitta and kutti chitta at my beck . A child spoilt rotten . Of course I am a princess.
Later, The good student . The obedient kid . Cocooned in my world where i wasnt allowed to cross roads alone. Princess again.
The bharatnatyam dancer. decked in age old jewellery . the first performance in the temple. proud parents.
The bookworm. Lost in the fiction I read. The world of dreams where all happened as I willed .
My first crush. My best friend. 'So what if u r his girl friend, I am going to be his friend forever' .
College. The attitude that is expected from ' the girl from delhi ' .
Work. ' Enabling Transformation'.
Masters. perfect gpas. darling friends.
The world is my oyster. Princess still.
And now ?
can I be the princess you dream of ? Having been a virago for so long , would it be an easy transformation ? To be the slim doe eyed beauty? Polished to turn heads. I have been unkempt hair and loud laughters for too long. And It scares me . More than I could ever tell you . The knowledge that I would have to change. and the fact that you would never know that because seen through the facade i am already there.