As most of my friends would agree, I believed there were only 2 types of women – one beautiful and the other more beautiful until I saw this 3rd one… the most beautiful! With a silky black skirt a middle aged lady was standing outside. Without being surprised to see a boy and girl fallen down she came in laughing loud. I felt more embarrassed than Riya as she went on to hug her!
‘Are you alright?’ she asked me. I just nodded…
‘Hi, I’m Priya… Riya’s mom!’
Oops! I thought it was her sister!
‘Why are you surprised? Did you think I was her sister?’ she again laughed!
Another thing I didn’t know was older women read our minds like nursery rhymes!
‘Namaste aunty!’
‘You can call me Priya’ she came forward to shake hands.
‘Riya has lost touch with her dancing. If you want to learn I’m there’ she laughed again.
‘Thanks’ I said and went straight into the kitchen.
For next one hour I kept myself away from Priya and Riya. But my madness was always there to fix me…
‘Hello aunty, he likes Riya a lot’
‘Oh is it? Riya didn’t tell me… Do you like him as well?’ her mother was asking her. Poor Riya, I thought, but was also curiously waiting for a nod from her. Instead she stared at her mother and then at me. I gave a silly smile and had nothing to say.
‘If Riya is not interested I would be happy’ my madness interrupted our exchange of glares.
‘Why would you be happy? Are you seeing him?’ asked Riya.
‘Yes of course, don’t you know?’ my madness yelled.
‘Hey, what’s going on? What are you saying?’ I took charge of my madness.
‘You know everything. Now why are you pretending? Tell me right now, else I’ll leave’ my madness started crying.
‘Look, I like you but…’
‘But what?’
‘But, Riya…’
Priya took my hand and placed on Riya’s hand.
‘Are you happy now?’ both my madness and Riya asked.
‘hmmm… well, …’ I was swallowing my broken words.
Before I said anything else everyone shouted unanimously…
‘APRIL FOOL!’
I came very close to fulfilling the aim of my life, but sometimes worst nightmares come most easily...
‘Are you alright?’ she asked me. I just nodded…
‘Hi, I’m Priya… Riya’s mom!’
Oops! I thought it was her sister!
‘Why are you surprised? Did you think I was her sister?’ she again laughed!
Another thing I didn’t know was older women read our minds like nursery rhymes!
‘Namaste aunty!’
‘You can call me Priya’ she came forward to shake hands.
‘Riya has lost touch with her dancing. If you want to learn I’m there’ she laughed again.
‘Thanks’ I said and went straight into the kitchen.
For next one hour I kept myself away from Priya and Riya. But my madness was always there to fix me…
‘Hello aunty, he likes Riya a lot’
‘Oh is it? Riya didn’t tell me… Do you like him as well?’ her mother was asking her. Poor Riya, I thought, but was also curiously waiting for a nod from her. Instead she stared at her mother and then at me. I gave a silly smile and had nothing to say.
‘If Riya is not interested I would be happy’ my madness interrupted our exchange of glares.
‘Why would you be happy? Are you seeing him?’ asked Riya.
‘Yes of course, don’t you know?’ my madness yelled.
‘Hey, what’s going on? What are you saying?’ I took charge of my madness.
‘You know everything. Now why are you pretending? Tell me right now, else I’ll leave’ my madness started crying.
‘Look, I like you but…’
‘But what?’
‘But, Riya…’
Priya took my hand and placed on Riya’s hand.
‘Are you happy now?’ both my madness and Riya asked.
‘hmmm… well, …’ I was swallowing my broken words.
Before I said anything else everyone shouted unanimously…
‘APRIL FOOL!’
I came very close to fulfilling the aim of my life, but sometimes worst nightmares come most easily...
To be continued…
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