Girl, Interrupted
Some people are born to impact the lives of others, in a way that things are never the same again. These people can easily be assumed to have a gift, something which others don’t have; something which brings people closer rather than divide them. It is this gift that distinguishes these wonderful people from others. Usually, these people are ones that connect with people in a very sequential manner; a manner which others would assume to be the basic traits of an introvert, something which isn’t really true.
I have known many such people, and their thoughts and actions have made influenced me greatly. However, there has only been one person who has managed to make a difference in my approach; a person who, without much contact, managed to make an impact on the way I lead my life, much after any normal person could have. On this day twenty-one years ago, this person entered the realms of the known. Her name was Esha.
Even after her untimely departure, she managed to influence my thinking in a very effective manner. If it wasn’t for her, would I ever indulge myself in “The Overture”. I have mentioned so much, here on this blog, and in my tweets. The aftermath of “The Overture” notwithstanding, it should be understood that Esha deserves more credit than anyone else who played a role in planning the events that occurred between 24-27 July.
I must admit, that her demise left me in a state of disarray, coming out of which took a considerably long time. I probably haven’t come out of it completely, which is probably why this has been written in the first place. Wherever she is, I am quite sure that she’s watching, and watching closely. Her presence can be felt sometimes, and all I want to tell her is that she is sorely missed.
And yes, most important of all: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESHA!
Esha Patel (8 January, 1989-20 June, 2009)
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