"I couldn't speak English"- Kangana Ranaut

There’s a storm outside. Her turbulent locks have been straightened for the shoot and she languidly makes love to the camera. Every move she makes, the photographer lets out a sigh. The deserted mill compound comes alive with her fashionista avatar. An interplay of colour, style and her sexy body lingo. Ladies and gentlemen, hold on to those suspenders, that’s Kangana Ranaut.
But there’s a sea of stories within and that’s what I want to fathom. A story about the teenager who rebelled against parental authority and came to Mumbai. Mahesh Bhatt called her the ‘wild flower’. Her walk seemed destined to be on the wild side. She went to hell and back. A few skeletons, a few tormentors. And a few who showed compassion in an industry riding on her dark successes in films like Gangster, Woh Lamhe, Life In A Metro, Fashion and Tanu Weds Manu.
Then the dark clouds abated. Replaced with a new found abandon. The earlier skittishness melded into a come on take this mien for the paparazzi. Dark nights were out, red carpet fashion was it. Kangna Ranaut was toasted, feted and baked in the pages of glossies and tabloids. She is indeed every fashionista’s wet dream. A dream for any writer trying to whip up a flurry of images. The rags to riches story. The murky past. The candyfloss success. The pathos and pain behind those lacerating performances. Kangana Ranaut right at this moment is making my achy breaky heart thud faster... and that’s got nothing to do with the red hot right now pics she’s clicked. She was made to be a star in showbiz and here’s why she will always be the right girl for all the right reasons.