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The Portrait of a Lady

By Sayon Majumdar

Credit: Urbanposters

She has always been associated with my earliest memories of Pilani. Even in those days I was enchanted by her poise, her grace and those lovely warm deep-brown eyes. I've always suspected that it was those eyes that enthralled me.

In my first few days, I was compelled to go down on my knees and profess my undying love for her. One day I caught, or imagined I saw, a twinkle in her eyes and the hint of a smile. But I never got an answer to my proposal.

And now she is dead....

For the first few years in Pilani, I saw her almost every day, serenely moving around noisy, boisterous students. She was always there, a benign presence, dearly beloved by all. And yet, those were the days when we first heard the whispers - "She's the last of her kind. There will never be another like her again." We knew then that the world was changing and one day she would be no more.

In her long life I do not think she ever made an enemy. We envied how she made everyone her friend. Friend? No, they were her slaves - slaves of her charm! The very mention of her name brought a smile on everyone's lips. Her tranquility consoled gnerations of students in their moments of sorrow.

The last year was painful to watch. She was in great pain. Her eyesight was dim. She was visibly ill. And yet, she would religiously do her rounds, everyday, to be with the students she loved.

And now Grass is dead.

Farewell, Grass! For a real bitch you were quite a lady.

Rest in peace.... ■

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