Part - 24
They are sitting in an
auditorium as it begins to fill up, soon it will be swarming. Good
thing they were able to get in early and settle into the best seats.
“That there is Samyuktha's
mother”, says Sanjana pointing out to a someone a couple of rows in
front of them, adding quickly, “don't look, don't look, Amma. I
don't want to be asking her how she is and then have to listen to all
the details of her father-in-law's hernia operation.”.
“Remind me once again
what's Tara's role in the play?”, asks Padmaja looking away as
directed by her daughter.
“She's playing
Soorpanakai. Guess who's got the prized role of Seethai? Yes,
Samyuktha, of course.”
“I'd rather she was a
feisty Soorpanakai than a placid Seethai, any day.”
Soon the bustle dims, the lights mute, the
curtains heave and the musical commences. Tara has transformed herself as
Ravana's fabled younger sister. With her hair unbound, her face tear
streaked, Tara conveys the rage of one who had been mistreated. How
could she know what it's like to have been insulted and undermined by
a man? Has she been mining anger from another life? Her wound is raw
and her pain real for all to see. She collapses on stage, her anger
spent, her small body limp. The audience, still rooted in the moment
remains frozen until a discreet cough from the headmistress breaks
the spell to a huge clatter of applause.
Sanjana observes her mother
joyous, her eyes shining with tears threatening to spill over.
“Amma, Tara has been
telling me about someone called Dr. Vel-something. Would you like to
invite him for dinner one day so I can meet him as well?”
Still clapping, Padmaja
turns to look at her daughter. The tears are no longer restrained.
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