Dancer in the dark

I used to frequent a filmclub in Mumbai. It was by chance my friend found out about this place. We went to this pub called GHETTO's one Saturday night. We got pissed drunk and he had forgotten his jacket there so when he returned on Monday evening to the joint to get his stuff, he stumbled upon a bunch of crosseyed folk watching parallel cinema. So next Monday, we went back and voila, it was Makmalbaf's "Kandahar". Got to say that the scene of the "plastic legs" falling from the sky and cripples running frantically to get one for themselves is one of my all-time favorites. Ok, enough of that, getting back to the point, there used to be this tall dark girl who used to come there. She had a frighteningly beautiful physique. In this dingy little joint, there is very little light so we cannot really see peoples faces. *Hint hint - bump ahead*. Once the film is over, they play some music and everyone (more or less) gets hold of a beer. Now, now..heres the interesting part. This girl always has an urge to let go when the music comes on. She goes to the corner of the pub and dances all by herself. My friend and me were always too intrigued. But she was also irritating at times because she would come and sit in front of us during the screening and block our view. How cool is that, miss divine? One day, I asked Tom (the old chap who runs the club) who this person was. I always noticed (when there was more light) that her face was a bit busted probably due to an accident or a joyless mcp. Guess what Tom told me. He said "oh, that's Anu, she has had a terrible accident, poor thing." Who is Anu? Anu Agarwal. Remember her? Aashiqui, Thiruda Thiruda-fame? I was shocked. Her face was completely beaten up. She had a lazy eye and her hands had large bruises and stitchmarks. I even had an x-genome with her one night and asked her about Mani Rathnam and other things pleasant. Well, the next morning the sun rose and later in the evening the sun set. Life goes on, doesnt it?