The forties for me, so far, have been like being in the doldrums. In September of 2016, I was diagnosed with a rare form of Cancer, of Mullerian origin (there are evidently only about 400 reported cases in the world so far).
I knew I had a long battle ahead of me. But whoever said that I couldn’t have fun while battling my nemesis?
The one thing I promised myself is that, I wouldn’t wear a wig or ever feel bad about losing my hair. Instead, I took to dressing myself better and accessorising better to feel better. Trust me, it was tough, but when I look back now, I feel I wouldn’t have it any other way. I think I rocked the bald look and how!
October, 2016. This was after my third dose of chemo. It was Durga Puja, and how could I not be in my festive best and how could I not go and visit Ma Durga? So on Dashami, the last day of Durga Puja, I was in my favourite Sambalpuri Tussar Saree, bidding adieu to Ma Durga. All the while praying that I get to meet her next year, again.
July, 2017. Nine doses of chemo and a huge surgery later, I was in New Orleans, celebrating my 42nd birthday. I had lost all my inhibitions by now and was happy in all kinds of outfits that I didn’t think I would get into ever again, post teenage!
February, 2018. My Cancer had returned, but the other thing I never stopped doing was socialising and going out. Seen here in my favourite indigo angrakha kurta and my favourite silver earrings at Sugar Land, Texas.
Fast forward to January, 2019. I continue to life to the fullest and push the envelope in my life – fashion-wise and otherwise! There is just one life to live, and so much to see and do, so why not just go do it?
(Reader by day, writer by night. Blogs, stories and translations are what her world is all about. Otherwise addicted to wandering, colours, spaces, places, faces, everyday art. )