Quadruple trouble

CH-2: The fashionista

Ish's POV:

It was a fantastic day in New York City and more fantastic to the most fascinating fashion icon of NYC, Ms Ishita Gupta aka me. I am a self-satisfied owner of the most famous brand and the most followed fashion influencer in the world.

"Ish, wake up", Mom said. Yeah yeah, it was just a dream, I was in my dreams. Did you all think it is real? Oh, I wish! Well, what can I say? I am passionate about fashion.

I wear fashion, I feel fashion, I love fashion, that's practically the sole purpose of my life.

"Yeah mom, thanks for calling me Ish though. You are supporting my passion to be a fashion designer.", I winked at her while she rolled her eyes.

I always wanted to start my fashion brand named Ishita's Styling Hub-ISH. So I prefer to call myself Ish. I produced a long and terrifying yawn showcasing the black hole known as my mouth.

"So what's the plan? When will Ally and Lily be coming?" My eyes were wide as saucers and my mouth opened like a tunnel. I jolted up from my bed.

"Shit!" But when I saw my mother's glare. "S-shirt I was saying where is my shirt? And yeah mom, they are going to come at 2 o'clock. And then we will go do some summer shopping, and then we planned a sleepover at our house" I tell my mom while pretending to find the aforementioned shirt.

"It would be a great pleasure for me to host you and your friends, miss" my mother answered, sarcasm lacing her voice, but I completely ignored it like Snape ignores Hermione in class.

Yup, you got it right. I am a huge Potterhead and I have an excellent collection of funky pop too.

"OH no, I have not decided what to wear. Wait, mom, you didn't go to the office today."

"Well spotted. By the way, some guests are coming to our place in half an hour, they are our new neighbours and I have a day off today. So get ready fast."

I got ready and to my surprise. The new neighbours were also Indians. I have not met any Indians, so far, in NYC. I was very excited to have Indian neighbours, their son was around my age only.

"Namaste uncle and aunty" I greeted the adults and passed a smile to their son.

"Namaste beta. This is Aditya, which year are you in?" Said Mr Sharma.

"Sophomore"

"That's great, Aditya is in the same year.", said Mrs Sharma. I smiled. We had a great lunch with typical Indian cuisine. While the adults were talking, I saw Aditya on his phone, I feel you brother, I do.

The guests left around 1 pm, so I had one hour of free time. I started to surf current fashion trends and attires, the only thing I do whenever I get free time.

There was a ring on the doorbell. Ally and Lily arrived, and they were carrying their bags, which they put in my room, which was massive; everywhere there were fashion Calendars, posters, etc. It looked like a fashion designer's office more than my bedroom.
"So, where are we heading to?" I asked Ally. Ally and Lily have been my friends since we moved to NYC. They live 2 streets away from my house.
"Oh, there's a new shop at 64 street. I got excellent feedback about it. So I thought it would be apt to go there," answered Ally.
"Excellent," I beamed.
So we, This trio is no less than a disaster, we also have a friend named Oliver who is a saviour whenever we are in trouble. He is a funny lad who works in the same cafe in which I work. I met him last summer when he started his job in the cafe.
We bought many dresses and ate ice cream at our favourite ice cream parlour down the street, Icy. Yeah I know it's 'innovative'.
While returning home, I told Ally and Lily about Aditya and lunch. Though they were my best friends, I could not find the courage to tell them about my past, that is one thing that keeps me insecure.
I shook my thoughts and focused on Ally and Lily's banter about which spouse twin was better. I rolled my eyes at them because I will never hear the end of it. We, Happy and contented, reached my home.
It was already 5 in the evening, and we were playing cards and UNO which was resulting in me being the winner, it's obvious because I am trained by an expert a.k.a my mom. After that, I was getting bored and thought of checking my vocal cords, so we did some fun karaoke, which resulted in listening to Lily's favourite song, 'you belong with me' from her feeble voice.
We played many other games like monopoly, ludo etc.
Then, till half-past midnight we watched Tarak Mehta ka Ooltah Chashma.
Yeah you must be thinking 'TMKOC' in NYC but yeah we indeed love TMKOC very much but only the old ones, the new ones are not that funny. Though TMKOC is in Hindi, Ally and Lily read the subtitles and get the jokes but for me, I understand Hindi pretty well, so no issues there.
Although Ally and Lily lived in NYC, their whole life, they adore and respect Indian culture, just like me.
Sometimes I think they made friends with me just because I am an Indian. They are very intrigued by our culture and always visit our house to celebrate whenever there is a festival. Whether it is small or big, who am I kidding in Indian culture every festival is grand and that's the thing I love about India.

Ally and Lily are more excited than me when I am going to India and coming back with many Indian goodies like ladoos,sev, and papad- now I am drooling. Usually, we travel to India in the winter. So there are more exciting stories of winters in Mumbai, which are non-existent. 

So, let's get back to the trio, that's us. We were feeling famished and Ma was also asleep. So we decided to make something for ourselves- we made a delicious oreo milkshake and sandwich, which was made by yours truly.

At around 3 in the morning. We got tired and slept in the living room only. It was ma who woke us up in the morning and sent us to my bedroom upstairs.

Hey, y'all I want to know your view on this chapter (constructive criticism is welcomed) and don't forget to fill in the colour orange in the star.

—Tanishi