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Maybe I was wrong - Part 2
Chapter 1 - This chapter is told from Rahul's perspective
As I held my brothers arm and walked towards the party's venue, I
couldn't help but notice my French tipped nails. Here I was a seventeen
year old boy, dressed like a girl and looking gorgeous at that, and
heading to a party with my brother and my mother in Goa. The last two
years were the worst of my life - I had lost my dignity, freedom and I
did not know what direction my life was taking. The only "fun" I had
during this time were my Indian classical dance classes. While learning
to dance a very feminine form of dance, Bharatnatyam, was not every boys
idea of fun but it was the only time I had out of the house. I picked it
up quickly and over the year, I had become quite good at it. Made
friends with some of the other girls at class; although I wasn't allowed
to go out with them later on (which I didn't mind, since I was very
conscious of my outfits which were always feminine). They, ofcourse,
thought of me as a girl and welcomed me easily.
As we reached the venue, I realised it was quite the event. The indoor
section was the ballroom and the outdoor section was poolside. I needed
some alcohol to get through this evening but legally my brother and I
couldn't drink (although tonight I looked like a 24 year old woman and
my brother, with his height and built, always looked older than he was).
We went over to a bunch of teenagers and got talking. I saw mom start a
conversation with a group of women. I just needed someone to get me a
drink.
We were standing next to the pool talking to the group, most of who
looked to be around the same age group. I could feel my translucent bra
strap dig into my shoulder and feel the hooks at the back. I tucked my
hair behind my ear and to look around when this guy looked at me and
said "so you are the silent kinds, arnt you? Like a drink?" He was tall,
my brothers hight with a beaming smile. "Thank you! I really need a
drink," I said smiling. He passed me a glass of what seemed like vodka
and Red Bull. So he was old enough to legally get a drink from the bar.
Soon, we were all down with a few and were dancing. I noticed my brother
with a pretty girl who looked a bit older to him. Such a stud, I
thought. Hope he gets action.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. My new friend was smiling
and trying to dance awkwardly. He introduced himself and i gulped! His
name was Rahul. I barely stopped myself from responding with a "Me too!"
"I'm Ridhi," I said, offering my hand with a smile. He took it and
twirled me around and said, "That's a really nice name." Gosh, I was
dancing with a guy who I think is flirting with me.
Chapter 2 - this chapter is told from Rahul's mothers perspective
The party was great. I was drinking some good wine, met some classy
people and was enjoying myself. I saw Rohan dancing with a really pretty
girl wearing a short dress and smiled. My younger one was growing up. I
couldn't spot Rahul. Wonder where he was. I excused myself and took a
look around. I didn't need to, be was 17. Nonetheless the circumstances
were different now with him. I passed the pool area and walked into a
garden. Noticed a couple kissing and smiled. The young and lucky.
Suddenly i realised! Gosh! That's Rahul!!! He noticed me too and got up
abruptly and ran. He even ran like a girl now! The boy tried to run
after him but before he could, I nearly broke my land speed record and
reached him. "Leave my daughter alone!" I said as sternly as I could. He
looked shocked. Blubbered something and left.
I didn't think Ridhi was in a mood for any more partying and I guessed
right. I found him in my room. "Mom! Can I sleep in your room tonight? I
can't face Rohan today," she was crying. I hugged her and nodded. "Mom!
I kissed a boy! A boy!" she said and wept. "It's ok sweetie! It's ok," I
failed at reassuring. "Let's go back home," she suggested tearfully. I
agreed.
On the way back, I noticed Ridhi subconsciously braiding his hair and
then unbraiding it over and over again, having moved his hair in front
of his shoulders. She didn't say a word. Rohan was being really mature
and didn't ask anything. Ridhi's feminine action of braiding his hair
continuously wasn't lost on Rohan. "Mom, what is happening to him?"
Rohan whispered to me. I wasn't sure myself so I didn't reply.
I reached home at night. The kids went straight to their rooms. I
changed and walked over to Ridhi's room. He was sitting at his dresser
looking blank. He was again braiding his hair loosely and unbraiding it.
He had changed to a pair of pink PJs. "Ridhi, may I come in sweetie?" I
asked as I entered. He nodded. "You want to talk?" I asked hopefully.
"No," came the reply. "Sure. Come tomorrow, you can go back to being
Rahul," I offered. He nodded. Today wasn't a good time.
Next morning, I received an invite from the dance school at Ridhi had
signed up for, inviting us for the annual dance show. I was sure Rahul
wouldn't agree anymore. I didn't want to force as well. Still, I asked
him. "Would seem like a waste that I learnt to dance and so well that
too and I don't participate in the show, wouldn't it," he asked. I
agreed. "That would mean that you would have to remain as Ridhi for
another week."
"That's fine. After what happened in Goa, I don't think this is that
bad," he said with a smirk. I have a sad smile at him and hugged him.
This wasn't the time to ask him if he enjoyed the kiss or not.
Chapter 3 - this chapter is told from the perspective of Rohan, Rahul's
brother
I always thought Rahul bhaiya was cool. He had cool friends, wore his
hair stylishly and was antiestablishment. I was the nerdy, quiet one.
The last two years had changed our equation completely. He was now this
beautiful sister I had, who I loved as my sister. I was hard not to. She
was a beautiful girl, as graceful and feminine and made me awesome
sandwiches when I was came back from a game of tennis. I hoped, for his
sake, mom would allow him to become Rahul again.
I was walking into the concert hall with mom to watch Ridhi perform his
dance recital. Two hours earlier, I saw him exit his room dressed for
the recital. He was done up on a traditional Indian do - he was wearing
a purple benarasi saree, with his hair done up in a big chignon. He was
wearing around 10 bangles in each hand. His face was done up in heavy
make up and he work large dangling earrings. While I had gotten used to
seeing him in women's wear, seeing him as a traditional Indian girl was
something. Mom wanted us to pose while she took pictures. I noticed
Ridhi stand with one leg in front of the other and posed like a girl.
She hugged me while I wished her the very best. All his ornaments made
the most feminine sounds while he walked. I was very tough to think of
him as my brother.
At the concert, Ridhi danced with a group of girls and enacted a play
though dance. She was really graceful and good at it! I was so proud!
Mom and I clapped happily as they came out at the end of the dance. As
we went backstage to meet Ridhi, she came and hugged us. "Was I good?"
she asked knowing the answer. "You were the best of the lot," we told
her. As we returned home, Ridhi, mom and I sat in Ridhi's room helping
her remove the million hair clips in her hair and undoing her chignon
and removed her heavy make up. Ridhi and I chatted happily about the
dance performance. Even without her make up, Ridhi made a very pretty
girl. An younger version of our mother. Her small nose, small chin,
flawless complexion and large eyes made her look like a model at times -
only if she was taller. Her hair was thick and was quite long. I left
the room while she changed out of her heavy saree and met them
downstairs for dinner. It seemed mom had done her hair up in a high
ponytail with a baby pink scrunchie. Ridhi was wearing capris and long
loose top. I was not sure if I would get my brother back in the future.
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