In another plane, another reality
I would be a slim, elegant lady
Waxing eloquent on philosophies of life...
Draped in a crisp off-white, silk sari
Not a hair out of place..
Just filling the room with her grace!
Rather than a Rumbling Bumbling Cutie pie....
My tears would be quietly and surreptitiously dabbed
with a tissue paper, from my waterproof-kohl lined eyes.
No dark, ungainly smudges there...
and no wiping the running nose with hands, for sure!
My slightly curved smile would make it to the cover of Vogue.
My husky measured voice would cause many a-hearts-a flutter,
And not go berserk in the loud hysterical sobs
or guffaws which shake the furniture!
My arguments would be clever and well articulated,
And not tumble out of my mouth
In sometimes shrill,
sometimes garbled mess, with a life of their own!
My demeanour would be poised,
my emotions draped well on my body,
well modulated, cohesive and controlled!
Not messy, chaotic and argumentative
like a lady haggling in Versova fish market!
Yet the person staring at me in the mirror is :
Thodi plump
Thodi defiant
Sometimes messy...or bitchy,
with a dollop of mean streak ...
With a fiercely possessive heart....
AND.....
a
Rumbling Bumbling Cutie pie!
“I knew there was something peculiar about you," she said.
"And I mean that as the highest compliment."
I'd always known I was strange.
I never dreamed I was peculiar.
~Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
Ransom Riggs~
