And, god knows, runways need chilling out. I've never understood why models are supposed to look like they are either mean or in a bad mood. Their moves not saying 'wear this dress', but rather, 'please, don't get any ideas, okay?' The extension of this world is also strangely inert. Even fashionable women with excellent taste, like say, Sonam Kapoor, often wear couture with an air of being part of someone else's photograph: a woman in a dress rather than a dress on a woman. It's a cunning conformity through design.

A friend once bought me a sari from a designer whose Instagram spiel is all about 'real' women. He excitedly shared the picture of me in it with the designer ("I told him you wore it for your film premiere"), thinking he would share my photo, too, despite my laughing assurances it would never happen. Which it didn't.

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That's partly because 'real' in fashion-speak means including atypical bodies, for diversity brownie points, in limited, appointed ways. Frida Kahlo bushy brows, Nicobar duskiness, fetching kajal and beard, a little voluptuousness: theek hai. But, let's not admit just anyone, baba. These patronising inclusions announce that the 'reals' are visitors in the palace of good looks. The basic definition of beauty or acceptability is not about to be altered to include a profusion of ideas. Please stay in aukaat.

That's fine. Our aukaat is pretty good. I love clothes. I've always been fat, and neither that, and nor the beady eye of fashion standardisation has come much in the way of me seeking out and wearing beautiful, flamboyant, expressive things. Not being a regular type is liberating, because you don't waste time fitting into a world not made for individuality, like a girl in mommy's sandals, but get on with the luxurious, adult business of discovering your taste and being yourself to the max.

Watching the women dance on the runway reminded me of that part of me. It reminded me of the many real women I see around me, at work, in trains, at parties and meetings, who have a cheeky, sexy, finger-licking, big appetite for life, and individual styles that runways are too narrow to contain. I'd say those dancers performed a token inclusion of the fashion world into the lively business of life, and for those minutes, allowed the runway to expand.

Paromita Vohra is an award-winning Mumbai-based filmmaker, writer and curator working with fiction and non-fiction. Reach her at www.parodevipictures.com

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