I was already super excited about the Bhogi but also tired! Bhogi has been that tiring yet a family day. Sankranthi would be a more tiring day. It’s a repeat day from Bhogi until the afternoon. The rangoli is the same. But today during rangoli, our neighbors joined too. The brother and sister always fight. There were times when I felt they should just give it a rest. She got married a year and a half ago. And now she has a son already! Gosh… I see people getting married and becoming parents, yet I am still single. I don’t mind being single, but… it’s as if the world is rubbing the fact that I am single on my face with these things.
Some of my tenth classmates got married too. While… I am still wondering what I will do for my lunch, dinner, or career. Sigh, forget it. I have far better things to achieve than being married.
The neighbor’s sister’s son started crying all of a sudden. “Shiva, take him inside and play some wild animals for him,” she said.
“Ain’t he seeing you? Why do I need to show more wild animals?” he countered.
Hey! Hey! Stop stop! Why is he teasing her like my brother teases me?
So, all brothers are the same. Shit! We sisters have to team up to bully them too!! This was a burning moment! Gosh! These brothers were just born to torment us sisters!
After rangoli, the pattern was similar to bhogi. But in the evening, we offered food and respect to our deceased grandparents and ancestors, as it’s Sankranthi. I wore a golden saree!! Amma denied me wearing a saree but when I said I wanted to adorn my hair with flowers, she became excited to dress me up. In a few more minutes, I became a model in a jewelry ad. Come on! I don’t understand this obsession of South Indian parents turning their daughters into jewelry ad models whenever there was a festival or a function.
Well, whatever, I dressed up and applied light makeup. I waited for those aunties’ compliments, but nobody complimented me. But their long, lingering, mesmerizing gazes made my day. It’s not like I am seeking their affirmations; it’s that I just want to be complimented. There is this one aunty who spoke about my saree, blouse, and me. Ahh…. it’s heaven. Since no aunty complimented me, I sent my pictures to my long-distance bestie. As usual, she didn’t disappoint me!
At the end of the day, I played with Appa and annoyed Amma before calling it out for the day.