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He is like my daughter
Chapter 1
I grew up in Delhi, India as the only child of my parents. My parents
were a blessing and when my father passed unexpectedly, I was 25 years
old and my mother was in her early 50s. His death devastated us. He had
left us with a significantly large amount in the bank account as well as
with other assets and made sure that his wife and his daughter did not
have to worry about anything, ever. However, we needed to get out of
Delhi as everything about our home and the city reminded us of him. I
was in an unenjoyable job and my mother was a homemaker so we made the
plan; I would quit my job and move to another city for three months or
so.
"Lets get out of this country for a while," my mother said unexpectedly.
"Sure," I said, "Where do you want to go?"
"I don't she," she responded, dejectedly, hoping I would come up with a
plan.
"Mom, you remember, Rajat?" I asked her. Rajat and I were classmates in
school and had known each other since we were kids. He used to live a
few blocks away and we practically grew up together.
"Ofcourse I do. He was like a son to me when you two were growing up.
Why do you ask? Where is he these days?" mom asked keenly. I could see
the affection in her face hearing Rajat's name.
"Well, as you know he moved to Europe to study fine arts after school.
He is now based in Austria. We have been in touch. We should go visit
him," I said.
"Sure, why don't you ask him if we can visit him for a week or so?" said
mom.
"Sure," I said, let me message him.
"Is there something going on between the two of you?" asked mom.
"Mom! He is like a brother to me!" I exclaimed. Mom rolled her eyes.
Chapter 2
We landed in Austria in the wee hours in the morning. Rajat was living
alone and he was so excited at the prospect of seeing us that he
insisted that mom and I live with him for the entire duration of the
three months that we planned to escape Delhi from. "I have never met my
parents and your mother has been a mother to me," he said. After a bit
of cajoling, mom agreed. "He hope he has grown up to be a handsome young
man," mom sighed. "He is a painter now mom," I told her. "Yes I remember
you telling me. Talented boy," she smiled and said, "And I remember his
family being very wealthy as well. Rich and talented." "Mom! Stop, will
you?" I exclaimed. "Fine, fine," she said and smiled.
We entered Rajat's house and it was quite a fancy apartment with three
bedrooms and more. He ran out of the door seeing us and hugged us as
tightly as he could. He was genuinely happy to see us and so were we. He
still had the boyish looks and was wearing a woolen cap. We entered the
house and there was a fire burning in the fireplace and the room was
nice and warm. Mom being mom asked, "Rajat why are you wearing the cap
indoors. Its so warm." "I didn't want to shock you with my hair," he
replied smiling. "Don't tell me you have colored it green," I exclaimed.
"No, I did this," he said, taking his cap off. Out came cascading his
hair which, once it fell, came till the middle of his back! It was thick
and shiny and I was so jealous immediately. We gasped. "You grew your
hair so long!" mom and I exclaimed together. "Hehe, yes, have grown it
for the last seven years" he laughed. "Its so beautiful," I said. He
thanked me and when to the kitchen. "He looks like a girl!" mom
whispered to me. "Mom!!" exclaimed and rolled my eyes.
Chapter 3
We settled down during the coming days. Rajat had a massive room where
he had a huge TV and he would paint in the room through the day. One day
while mom and I were watching TV and Rajat was painting in the same
room. He kept brushing his hair off his face with the back of his hand
and I could tell he was having trouble. Suddenly mom says, "Rajat, why
don't you tie your hair back? Its bothering you." "Will you help me
please?" Rajat said without turning back, engrossed in his creation.
Without hesitation, mom goes out and gets a hair brush and a tie. She
goes behind Rajat and tells him to continue and starts brushing his
hair. Rajat carries on painting. I don't notice till Rajat turns around.
Mom had braided his hair in a single plait while parting his hair in the
middle. I softly giggled. He looked adorable.
His hair didn't bother him and he would often tie it back in a low pony.
One day while him and I were chatting and watching TV late into the
evening, I offered to tie his hair up. He agreed without a fuss. Mom
came in after a bit and Rajat went to use the washroom. "You did his
hair like you are wearing right now!" she exclaimed. She was right. I
had twisted his hair back and up and clipped it with a large jaw clip.
"He doesn't mind, why do you?" I responded. Mom sighed and said "I
thought both of you would fall in love but I cant see him as my son in
law. He looks so much like a girl." I sighed as well. She was right. And
I think he was prettier than I was. Rajat and I were both of the same
height (5 feet 5 inches) and he was probably more petite. Damn!
Chapter 4
Next month was Diwali, which was the biggest festival in India,
celebrated with traditional wear and firecrackers. Mom found out that
there was an India society in Vienna and he bought passes for the grand
Diwali party they were hosting. We went out a couple of days before and
managed to buy some traditional Indian wear. Mom both four sarees for
herself and me.
Rajat mentioned that he had to go for his bimonthly hair trim and
usually he called the stylist home. He only trimmed the ends, he said.
The stylist turned out to be an indian girl who was a good friend of
Rajat's. Her name was Vani. She was going for the party as well. While
Vani was trimming Rajat's hair, I asked her what she would be wearing.
"Im wearing a saree, ofcourse. Arnt you?" Vani asked. "Yes, I am and so
is my mother," I replied happily. "Rajat, you should wear a saree too.
Then all four of us would be wearing a saree together," Vani giggled and
said. I joined in. I could totally imagine him rocking the look. Then
the most shocking thing happened....
Rajat turned around and said, "Fine. Let me wear a saree now. If I can
pull it off and not look stupid, I'll wear a saree to." "Yayyy," Vani
said, lightly kissing him on the cheeks. I was a bit flabbergasted. I
knew he would not look stupid at all. How could he agree though? May be
he would pull out in the last moment. Artists!
Vani, Rajat and I went indoors. My blouse fitted him perfectly and the
georgette white and mauve saree made him look instantly gorgeous. Vani,
being the stylist, look around 30 minutes to do his make up and hair.
Once she was done, Rajat had light pink lip gloss, black mascara on and
his hair was made up in an Indian style simple hair bun. He looked
gorgeous. "Let's go show mom," I said excitedly. We were teenagers
again.
We walked into the sitting room where mom was watching TV. She turned as
we entered. She saw us first and when she saw Rajat walking slowly
behind us, looking shy with his hands clasped together in front of him,
it took her a second to recognize him. He gasped and covered her mouth
with her hands. "Mom!" I said. "Doesn't he look beautiful?" "He looks
just like my daughter," mom said and look Rajats face in her hands.
Chapter 5
It was agreed that on Diwali day, Rajat would dress as a woman and come
with us. I don't know what he was thinking and I didn't probe. In the
early evening of the party, Vani came to do our hair and make up. She
did Rajat's eyebrows - he was left with very shapely but not too thin
brows after Vani's efforts. She also used hair removal cream over him (I
didn't stay in to see that) but once she was done, Rajat was left with
gorgeous skin. While we were waiting for our hair to be done by Vani,
Rajat and Vani came out of the room. We turned and I couldn't believe
how beautiful he looked! He was wearing the same saree but his make up
was heavier, with his eyes done up, his lips a bit darker than the day
before and the concealer and blush had done wonders. The blouse was
sleeveless which showed his frail shoulders and slim arms. His nails
were a baby pink color and he wore a set of bangles on his right wrist
and a cute ladies watch on his left. His hair was done with in a simple
chignon at the back of his head with a middle parting in his hair but
with his hair volume, I knew Vani had to use a lot of hair pins to keep
it in place. He was wearing and anklet and carrying a simmery gold
clutch. "I don't know why I agreed to do this but too late I suppose,"
he said and he meant it. He had agreed on a whim and now he was having
second thoughts. Mom walked up to him and gave him a hug. "You look
beautiful. Now let as try and get as beautiful as you and go for the
Diwali Party."
Chapter 6
I could see that Rajat was managing the saree quite well. We all walked
in together and mingled with the crowd, which was mostly Indian. Mom got
us introduced to an Indian family. "Mrs Mehta, meet my daughter, Ridhi
and my neice Radhika," she said. I looked at Rajat. He had been named
Radhika. I smiled. "Oh your daughter and your niece are so beautiful!
Truly," said Mrs. Mehta. She called out to her sons. One was our age and
the other one was younger. "Ridhi and Radhika, meet my sons, Samir and
Arjun." They were cute but I could see Radhika getting a bit fidgety."
They took us for a drink at the bar and Samir the older one (and the
cuter one), was paying a lot of attention to Radhika. Suddenly I heard
her say, oh you know what, I am just getting over a break up and my
sister thinks you are cute. I gasped and said, "Radhika!" She giggled. I
pulled her to the ladies room and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, I am not interested of course and you two should get together,"
Radhika giggled and patted the side of his hair chignon to make sure it
stayed in place. I saw this exceedingly girlish gesture and said, well,
I am not sure that you are not interested. Radhika made a face and
hugged me. I realized I loved this girl as my sister!
Chapter 7
Two years later - we are back in India. In a week I am to get married to
Samir (that Diwali party was a good party). I am still waiting for Rajat
to show up and he has promised that he will a week before. I don't know
whether I would see Rajat or Radhika. I am hoping I see Radhika as my
"cousins" absence at my wedding would be tough to explain. Plus I am
hoping that he didn't cut his hair and hoped we could celebrate the
wedding as sisters.
The doorbell rings and this gorgeous woman in skinny jeans and a baby
doll top in standing there smiling. Her hair is in a fishtail braid and
she is holding a tote bag and luggage. "Radhika!" I hugged her with
everything I had. She smiled. Wait! What's that I felt? "Do you have
boobies???"
"Long story," she said.
It was my wedding day. I am wearing a gorgeous pink lehenga. Mom is
wearing a lilac saree. Radhika is also in a lehenga but in a mint and
silver one. Her hair is in a chignon at the nape of her neck. She is
literally the prettiest woman at the wedding. He delicate wrists are
covered in bangles and she holds her lehenga in her limp wrists as she
walks beside me. You are going to be so happy, she whispers to me. I
smile and said thanks to our trip to your city that I met him. She
returns the smile with her radiant smile and says, I have more to be
thankful to you, you know. I knew. She adjusted the my ghoonghat, or
veil, and my choli as I sat down to get married. She is the sister I
never had!
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