She could afford to cry today. There was no shoot tomorrow. In profession like hers crying was a luxury. She had to look beautiful, that was why she was paid. She was paid to smile, and look beautiful.....

As a child, she was proud of being the beautiful daughter. She was the centre of attention at the weddings, birthday parties and other functions. She liked being noticed and it was her mothers dream that she become the face of the nation. Ms India , the day she won the title, her mother was the happiest person. She felt like she has achieved it all. But now, it felt like a curse....

Yes, a curse. She hated having to smile at them all. She hated being polite and dignified. She hated being everyone's doll. She hated having to be beautiful....

But today, she would cry. All the unshed tears began to pour down. She wept like a baby. Strangely after a many years, she felt alive and human and she wept again..