"How vas school today chveetheart?"
"Mum! Can you please knock that accent off? Go take a course, get a tutor! Do whatever it takes. Just don’t talk to me in English till you learn to speak normally!"
"Vat is this rude behaviour abouvt? Do you want me to tell your acha?" asked my mum in a clearly hurt tone.
Sighing heavily and feeling bad almost immediately I said "Sorry mum, but you just remind me of that disgusting girl."
Her eyes immediately lit up like oil lamps in a temple shrine and it didnt take long for the light to spread all over her face. "Vich garl, mone?" she asked excitedly.
"Smells like a concoction of fermented coconut and sour milk, sounds like a parakeet and looks like an oiled grasshopper," I said in a dull voice.
"Mone," my mother started as she came and sat beside me. She took my hand in hers and said "You say she smells like yan Yindian garl, souvnds yas chveet yas ye bard, yand yis yas yactive yas ye grasshapper. Vat more could you ask far? I’m satisfied, go far her."
Unable to decide if my mother was mocking me, I gave her THE look and dragged my bags to my room. As much as I didn’t want to think about her, she kept coming back into my mind. Why? I had no clue. I didn’t even have the strength to force her out of my mind, and yet I couldn’t stand anything about her. From her name to her appearance to her pathetic intellectual abilities. "Taral! What is wrong with you? You’ve got maths to complete. Start now," said a stern voice inside me.
Another voice intruded. "Well indeed, Taral! I think Madhukshara is a really lovely and significant name if placed beside yours. And you know there’s something she’s hiding. Don’t even want to know what it might be?"
Complicated equations sat in front of me. But all I could concentrate on was Madhukshara. Voice number 2 was right. There was definitely something that she was hiding. Despite feeling like vomiting when she came near me something told me that there was definitely something behind that string mushroom like appearance.
Shocked at my own waves of thoughts I grabbed my pillow and flopped onto the bed. If these were the beginning steps up the ladder to insanity, I was climbing steadily. I fumbled for my cellphone to call Ratish and say I wasn’t coming for the game that evening. Suddenly I remembered she had overheard our conversation. And the past few times she had, she had turned up for the game. I had felt her eyes on me.
"Where the hell did THAT come from?" asked Voice number 1.
"I have no idea," I answered. I was beginning to scare myself. I never knew that I had taken so much notice of her myself until a few seconds ago. Shaking my head, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and checked myself in the mirror. "Does Madhukshara like muscular figures?"
I opened my cupboard to take a clean t-shirt. I picked a white one. "He looks like Lard Raam in that white t-shart, no?" I overheard Madhukshara saying the other day.
"Mum! Can you please knock that accent off? Go take a course, get a tutor! Do whatever it takes. Just don’t talk to me in English till you learn to speak normally!"
"Vat is this rude behaviour abouvt? Do you want me to tell your acha?" asked my mum in a clearly hurt tone.
Sighing heavily and feeling bad almost immediately I said "Sorry mum, but you just remind me of that disgusting girl."
Her eyes immediately lit up like oil lamps in a temple shrine and it didnt take long for the light to spread all over her face. "Vich garl, mone?" she asked excitedly.
"Smells like a concoction of fermented coconut and sour milk, sounds like a parakeet and looks like an oiled grasshopper," I said in a dull voice.
"Mone," my mother started as she came and sat beside me. She took my hand in hers and said "You say she smells like yan Yindian garl, souvnds yas chveet yas ye bard, yand yis yas yactive yas ye grasshapper. Vat more could you ask far? I’m satisfied, go far her."
Unable to decide if my mother was mocking me, I gave her THE look and dragged my bags to my room. As much as I didn’t want to think about her, she kept coming back into my mind. Why? I had no clue. I didn’t even have the strength to force her out of my mind, and yet I couldn’t stand anything about her. From her name to her appearance to her pathetic intellectual abilities. "Taral! What is wrong with you? You’ve got maths to complete. Start now," said a stern voice inside me.
Another voice intruded. "Well indeed, Taral! I think Madhukshara is a really lovely and significant name if placed beside yours. And you know there’s something she’s hiding. Don’t even want to know what it might be?"
Complicated equations sat in front of me. But all I could concentrate on was Madhukshara. Voice number 2 was right. There was definitely something that she was hiding. Despite feeling like vomiting when she came near me something told me that there was definitely something behind that string mushroom like appearance.
Shocked at my own waves of thoughts I grabbed my pillow and flopped onto the bed. If these were the beginning steps up the ladder to insanity, I was climbing steadily. I fumbled for my cellphone to call Ratish and say I wasn’t coming for the game that evening. Suddenly I remembered she had overheard our conversation. And the past few times she had, she had turned up for the game. I had felt her eyes on me.
"Where the hell did THAT come from?" asked Voice number 1.
"I have no idea," I answered. I was beginning to scare myself. I never knew that I had taken so much notice of her myself until a few seconds ago. Shaking my head, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and checked myself in the mirror. "Does Madhukshara like muscular figures?"
I opened my cupboard to take a clean t-shirt. I picked a white one. "He looks like Lard Raam in that white t-shart, no?" I overheard Madhukshara saying the other day.
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