Miss "Misfit"

It was the morning of Saraswati Puja. I am that miserable eldest daughter who has to arrange for everything required for the puja, though she is confused about her theological status.Sigh!

Next I had to go through the industrious task of wearing that thousand yards of cloth; which seems unending but is a compulsory attire for every female being in my family on that particular day. Thank god I don’t have pets of the fairer sex(the one I had has fled, God gave her enlightenment, thank you God). I then went out with some friends and clumsy me, tripped four times. Books falling from the shelf on my head and making earthquakes is completely another facade of my clumsiness, but tripping in front of a crowd and that too four damn times, isn’t that funny!
Okay, it is. :|

By this time I had enough of the girl in me flaunted and was going itchy for a haircut.

Me: Haircut! Haircut! Haircut!

Mom: No! No! No! Haircut on such an auspicious day! You can’t be my daughter!

Me(mumbling): I didn’t claim I am. (Thank god it went unnoticed! I would have been chopped into pieces otherwise!)

When I came back home my hair was as short as a girl’s hair can be. Mother looked at me. Gulped down a lump the size of an orange and vowed not to ever speak to me.

N.B. Next morning we conversed as usual and she even complimented my hair. :D God Made the Earth and God made my mom!