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LET GO

 The  restlessness was  corroding the core of her being. It was always  there  nagging her  but  lied dormant and muffled  in the humdrum  of life. 

 Nina was  fixedly looking at her lap top screen. She might have read  the news about the achievement of  Payal Kapadia several times ,she getting the Grand Prix  award  at  the Cannes Film Festival .Her beaming expression mirrored the flashes of consummate victory  and the actors  of the film creating a  dancing  halo at her back.  They were like the artisans , the marginalised workers who  create   monumental marvels  yet  are relegated to the background. It was not  Payal's womanness  that was being celebrated  here but her acumen as a female  director which perhaps liberated her from the shackles of nurturing  the  subtle art of pandering to the male ego, which is the  existential fate of every woman..  Mona  looked in the void of the room. She felt some  flicker of  emotion, an acceptance of her being where she has to let go , the urge to seek  the unknown ,wait for the final call and  in between merge in the mundane.

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