storieswithkanchana

Here’s a woman with impeccable language, a colourful wardrobe, quirky accessories and a tinkling laugh. She’s a perfect picture of poise and feminine grace. Her sweet smile is further defined by the different shades of lipsticks painted on. An aunt’s gift of a shocking pink tube in her three-year old hand led to a lifelong love for lipsticks. She’s guilty of being a lipstick collector with an exclusive collection to match her every mood. That tube of lipstick was the only element of feminine charm her mother allowed her to keep. Her mother was a fierce-willed woman who chose to grow her third daughter as a strong, academically inclined child. There weren’t any extra-curricular activities and her toys were the tools in the kitchen while watching her mother work. She laughs as she says, “I think my mom was trying to get me through life while also getting life through me.” Her training for a poker face began young. Her mother constantly reminded her that the world wasn’t a place fo