Today, her steps faltered, and her graceful movement did not sync with the music.
She fell to the ground with a thud, as her Master fell behind the curtain, killed by a cardiac arrest.
Her painted lips parted in a genuine smile, relieved at the end of her ordeal.
The Puppet had longed to have an identity of her own, be a part of the cheering audience and live.
She would now lead her own life, or meet her end – in a story conceived, scripted and delivered by herself – her solo performance, at last.
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