The coffin was open. Dena Mistry lay in it. The funeral home had ensured that the dead woman looked her best. The funeral director had appointed an accomplished makeup artist.
Sasha could do wonders.
Dena’s two children, a daughter and son, were relieved that their mother would be buried with her makeup and hair in place.
They had never seen the woman without a painted face, and probably wouldn’t recognize her without the layers of cosmetics.
Sasha had given their mother a new look, casual but dignified, something Dena might have considered trying had she been alive.
But the son and the daughter had a problem. They could never agree upon anything. So when the son said – I love it, the daughter said – I hate it, both stood sulking next to their dead mother, the funeral service minutes away from starting.
A compromise seemed the only solution.
Sasha was summoned and the woman wasn’t pleased.
What do you want?
That’s when hell broke loose between sister and brother.
‘Darken the eyelids, accentuate the cheeks, redder lipstick.’
‘Ahh. You want her to look like a prostitute.’
‘Shut your fat face!’
‘You shut your ugly face!’
Then silence. A few tears, sadly they weren’t for Dena.
Sasha had already guessed that she was dealing with idiots, but grief often brought out the worst in loved ones.
Step back. Let me think.
The woman’s palms framed her face, and she looked down at Dena with the eyes of an artist. The twinkle of creative passion in them often mistaken for compassion.
Sasha couldn’t see a dead woman’s face, it was only a stiff canvas, begging to be decorated, craving to be celebrated.
But the woman would do even better. She bent over and her hands danced about, stroking, sliding, patting, rubbing.
Not Dena but Sasha would be remembered for this lovely face.
When she was done, she clapped her hands twice, a smile of delight breaking through her lips.
Come. See.
The siblings stepped toward the coffin, craning forward to see more clearly.
Dena Mistry, their mother, looked like an angel. If only she had a halo.
‘What did you do?’
Their voices collided in harmony.
Sasha wrinkled her nose and shrugged.
I simply removed all her makeup.
Our true selves are always much more beautiful than the masks we wear to disguise ourselves. It’s unfortunate Dena’s children couldn’t see this until after her death. It’s more a reflection on them than on their mother, eh? The masks her children wear have stifled their humanity, it seems. This is vintage Terveen Gill storytelling: wonderful, witty, deep and revealing. And lots of fun to read. Thanks, Terveen! 🙂
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It’s always such a pleasure to read your interpretations, Mike. They deliver the very essence of the story. As we grow, the masks often change and at times, they accumulate into layers. A particular mask for a particular person or situation. Probably insecurities finding a place to hide. Dena is gone but maybe her children could realize something. Thank you so much for your thoughts and observations. 🙂
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A natural face looks better and more lifted than an artificial face but few are so used to makeup and hair dye that they miss something. Beautiful post, Terveen! ❤️
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I agree with you, Jane. I think no one really wants to reveal their true self. And as we age, the harder we try to hold on to years gone by. But forward is the only way. Thank you for the lovely reflection. 🙂
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Beautiful story, faces are too much behind makeup.
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I agree with that. It’s likely a camouflage for what’s hidden inside us. Thank you so much. 🙂
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The natural look is most appealing and best for the skin, I think.
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LOL. Oh, dear. Well, at least she’s gone up to heaven in a natural-looking way, plus it’s good that she looked angelic without any makeup on. Too funny, Terveen.
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Haha! Thanks Shobana. I’m not sure how Dena would’ve liked it, but it seems she has no choice in the matter. Probably best that she didn’t. 🙂
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This is a great story, Terveen. I loved the fact that in the end, the dead mother lay in her coffin without any make up at all, after a life time of trying to please. I would love to read much, much more about the make up artist. I was particularly drawn to one sentence about her: ‘The twinkle of creative passion in them often mistaken for compassion’. What an interesting job!
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Sasha will have to return then. Absolutely ‘no nonsense or mushy feelings’ when it comes to her job. Only interested in her craft and the best results she can provide. Like having tunnel vision and disinterested in the rest. And Dena can be buried a little lighter, her true face finally in place. Thanks so much, Britta! 🙂
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Well done Terveen……
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Thanks so much, Don. Hope Dena rests in peace. 🙂
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All i can say is, wow. Terveen, this was simply marvellous. So many layers of meanings. Well done! 👏🏼👏🏼👌🏼
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Thank you so much, Diti. As the layers of makeup come off so does the story unravel. I appreciate it. 🙂
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This story is so beautiful in its elemental truth!
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Thanks a lot, Dawn. I really appreciate it. 🙂
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Wonderful. Oh how true it is that we become obsessed with things like decoration, whether that be on the body, in the mind, etc. There is an elegance and beauty in simplicity, just as it is, just as it should be. Amazing write, Terveen. 😊
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I completely agree with you, Jeff. But most people are trying to be anyone but themselves. Sad and funny. The grass is always greener on the other side even if it’s not. Thanks so much. 🙂
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Bravo. Another masterpiece.
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Thanks so much, Geoff. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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Love your unexpected endings. Another great one… Compliments. (And merry Christmas and a happy new year…)
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Thank you so much, Brian. I’m very behind in my Gobblers comments. Sorry. Wish you well always. 🙂
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No worry. it means you have other pressing business to attend… 😉
Likewise.
(And I’m a bit late in comments too…)
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