New York, Friday August 12
Another successful night last night! I am so happy. I have actually succeeded
in making my parents proud of me, even my mom. They have come to every single
performance and are showing no sign of being bored yet. I am in such a good
mood these days I even let mAmAn get away with her comment of "CherA
behett naghshe kolfataro dAdan?"
Sunday August 14
I can't believe what happened to me last night.
I was taking off my make-up in my dressing-room (Woo-hoo I actually have
my own private dressing room!), eager to join Ali and my parents for a snack
when I heard a knock on the door.
-- "BiyA too Ali jAn, it's okay."
I was continuing to apply my make-up remover, when I saw in the mirror
the tall silhouette behind me enter the room. Despite my astigmatism, I
recognized the figure right away and turned around, alarmed.
-- "Peerooz! What are you doing here?"
I don't know why the mere sight of him was turning my stomach. I was
actually surprised at the ferocity of my reaction. It's unbelieveable how
feelings can change from one extreme to the other in a short amount of time.
This was the same guy who could spark electricity in all of my limbs just
a few months ago. Now he was positively making me nauseous standing there
in my little room, the two of us alone together. Uncomfortably alone.
Peerooz was carrying a big bouquet of fuscia colored tiger lilies in
his usual Bollywood manner. As soon as I caught sight of the flowers, I
knew instinctively what was coming. For the second time, I could predict
what he was about to say to me. I mean this guy really WAS a walking cliche.
I felt at this moment the eerie sensation that life is not real and we are
all just a bunch of characters acting our parts in a play, the product of
the imagination or dream of some Supreme Being.
-- "Naz darling, you were wonderful... I hope you don't mind but
when I heard... I had to come see you and congratulate you."
I retorted with a harshness that was not calculated:
-- "Peerooz. You shouldn't be here!"
-- "Naz darling...With the other one, it's over... I love you..."
He took one step towards me.
I stood up from my chair and he misread my intentions. He thought I was
walking towards him when really I was trying to get to the door. To safety.
He took one of my hands and slipped his other behind my back. Before
I could free myself from his grip, his lips were touching mine and I heard
the door swing open.
Ali took one look at me in the arms of Peerooz and silently walked away.