together a lot.
Donât lose your head over the wrong guy
like my sis.â
CRUTCH FREE
Walking almost noiselessly,
free
of the clomp of crutches,
walking on my fake leg,
arms free to swing,
I feel as happy
as a pinioned bird whose wings are finally growing.
But every night, before taking off my limb for sleep,
I need to keep my crutches within armâs reach.
Iâll never be completely
crutch-free.
NO
Longer
CENTER
Queuing up behind my classmates
the first day of exam week,
I realize no oneâs staring at me anymore.
Either because I blend in better without my noisy crutches
or because everyoneâs wrapped up in their own worries
about doing well.
A few of my classmates mutter prayers
as the doors of the long exam hall open.
âGood luck,â Chandra and I wish each other.
Chandraâs so anxious about exams her voice shakes,
though, as I tell her, Iâm sure sheâll excel.
The exam supervisor assigns me a seat
beneath a whirring ceiling fan that does little to ease the heat.
My residual limb itches with sweat.
I click my leg off under the desk,
read the question paper, scribble nonstop.
Three hours later, the exam supervisors announce,
âDrop your pens. Now.â
Hungry for lunch, I spring halfway up on one leg,
forgetting the otherâs off.
Sway, clutch the desk to keep from falling,
sit down, and click my leg back on.
FAR
from the ENVYING CIRCLE
Elated Iâm nobody at school again,
eager to be somebody at dance class again,
I celebrate the end of exam week
by going to see my dance teacher
to prove to myself and to him
that I can keep on dancing.
âShouldnât you wait for the better leg?â Paati asks.
I have waited
as patiently as a cactus waits for rain in the desert.
Jim will be pleasantly surprised when we meet next and I say,
âIâm dancing already.â
He might even be so happy
he hugs me.
Uday annaâs front door is open,
and when I enter,
Uday anna whips around.
âSheâs walking!â Kamini says.
âCome in. Sit down.â Uday anna motions to a chair.
âWeâve missed you.â
Missed me so much you didnât visit?
I donât ask.
Insulting him wonât get me what I want.
I need to use my anger to fuel my dance.
âIâve missed dance,â I tell him. âBut now Iâm well
enough to start again.â
âYouâve lost your leg!â He shakes his head
as though Iâve lost my mind.
âSir, havenât you heard of Sudha Chandran?
She danced with an old-style Jaipur foot.
And Iâm getting a far better prosthesis than hers. Soon.â
âVeda, we must be practicalââ Uday annaâs reluctance
goads me on. I say,
âI
can
dance.
Even on
this
leg.â
Feeling Kaminiâs eyes on me,
I turn to glare at her.
To my surprise, she shows me the symbol for friendship,
Keelaka hasta mudra
:
the little fingers of her hands bent and locked together.
In her expression I see
no hint of envy.
She must be confident weâll never compete again.
Even the other girls stare at me
expectant,
not jealous.
Iâll show them.
I assume the basic Bharatanatyam stance:
half-
mandi
.
Toes turned out sideways, heels slightly apart, I lower my hips, bend my knees,
shape my legs into the sides of a diamond.
I raise my right foot, bring it down,
raise my left foot, bring it down.
Thaiya thai, thaiya thai.
In slowest speed,
I can easily do
the first exercise every Bharatanatyam dancer learns.
Kamini says, âVery good.â The girls clap.
âVeda?â Uday anna says. âYou forgot to salute the earth.â
Practice or performance, every Bharatanatyam dancer
must begin and end
every session by apologizing to the earth,
which dancers kick and stamp.
In my hurry to prove myself, I forgot to go through the motions.
âSorry, Uday anna,â I mumble, âIâll do it now.â
My