I laughed sadly at the mirrior-my mirror in my room,not the one which belonged to a place where I can never belong to-the gadodias-raginis mirror.
I learnt a lesson, relations and connections by blood need not mean being connected by the heart.
my father proved that.
I finished the last touches of my makeup. decked in a long white gown I looked least like a rockstar but I looked like ME-swara bose. I looked at the mirrior I could no longer see the whole swara I could see pieces and glimpses of her ,the constant betrayals had broken me.that swara was of the past.this is me in the present trying to fit all the broken pieces and become me again.
my mom walked into the room looking beautiful as always. she trusted me when the whole world was against it. she and my dida and my music make p my life now. nothing else matters.
I was SWARA BOSE again...one of those trio of strong ladies who no matter what trusted and loved each other.
I don't know what came over me but I rushed over to mom and gave her a hug. she had lost a lot too,her husband her inlaws..but then I thought were they hers in the first place?
but I would always stay by her side. her shona and nobody elses.
part 2 soon.