MY FOREVER WITH YOU

CHAPTER-10

"If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile."

For the first time, I honestly considered if I was living a life of Cinderella. At least I had a version of an evil sister like her.

The bizarre ideology crossed my mind because I left my dress for the event on ironing board for only ten minutes to fetch the iron from Pari mammi's room but it was enough opportunity for Leena to enforce her wicked plan. The beautiful cherry red color of my long frock dress that I have bought it with my own earned money was spoiled with dirty thick patches of purple nail paint.

As she claims that accidently she lost her balance while walking and the nail paint bottle from her hand was slipped, directly on my dress.

Her dramatic story could give run for those serial vamps .

I was so badly fuming in anger which was only rising with her dramatic wailing. She keeps apologizing me with her crocodile tears explaining the audience- her mother, Thakuma* and Pari mammi. I wouldn't have felt anger to this extent if not for the three women actually consoling her totally ignoring my situation.

Then again it was not surprising. They'd give importance to her over me like always.

I picked up my dress, feeling extremely remorseful for getting it wasted. I didn't even tried once, saving for special occasion.

"Meera, it was not her fault." Thakuma half heartedly consoles me.

I give her a tight lipped smile, she is eldest in family. I will always respect her even if she forgets I'm equally her granddaughter like Leena.

"I'd have offered you one of Leena's dress but you are not of her size." Chaitra mammi says, definitely not leaving the chance to mock me.

Leena masks her chuckle with a cough. The wickedness enjoying the whole act, clear in her eyes.

I excuse myself not able to bear their fake concerns anymore.

It was almost five in the evening, I have to reach by six. After rummaging my cupboard, I came with a decent option of black top with light flowery thread work and complimenting red dupatta with bottom. No were match to my earlier outfit or maybe even suitable for event.

I sighed, "Have to make it work." I mumbled to myself.

Arranging everything needed on bed, I heard shuffling outside. Mamma must have arrived. I walked out of the room finding her exhausted on the couch.

"Ma, informed me about the situation downstairs."  She closed her eyes, resting her head back.

They can't even consider that she must be tired from night shift. I frowned thinking about their behavior.

"Meera, search for DIY on internet or something. You should find solutions to the problem instead of sulking over it."

I was taken aback by her reprimand, maybe she misunderstood my expression. That was thing, Mamma had forgotten to understand me. I brushed off the depressing thoughts, one thought will lead to another then I might end up truly sulking.

She stood up picking her bag, I stepped in front of her, maintaining a distance between us. It did hurt me before, now I consciously remain at a distant from her. Because it hurts even more when she'd initiate to create this distance.

"Mamma, I have already cooked the dinner and it is in casseroles on the table. Please don't forget to eat."

Her eyes soften little, she opens her mouth to say something. I know she won't say anything though.  She don't express any kind of warm feelings for me. Not anymore. So I gave her a smile and walked back to my room.