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Amayra

"Is it really necessary to wear a Saree, we are just going for dinner."

"Yes....it is very much necessary. You need to look admirable."

"I am admirable by birth," I said crossing my arms. Mom glared.

The boy's family had invited us for the dinner there. Hence my mom dedicated herself to finding the best saree to be suitable enough to wear. She had opened her closet and began to figure out which one I could wear, a saree that would be manageable for me. Most of her sarees were plain, less sparky, and more of ordinary embroidery. When she could not find anything better for me, she moved to her suitcase. This suitcase was special as it contained very best sarees from all over India and those were ironed properly and neatly kept.

Whenever we as a family go together for a holiday weekend in different states of India, my father loves to buy sarees for my mother. She is fond of new and unique sarees and loves to try them. Among all of the sarees she wears, she loves the paithani of Maharashtra and Kanchipuram from Tamil Nadu. But when she opened the suitcase and matched it with my body, it didn't go well.

My mind smiled.

I have never worn sarees in my life. They are a bit complex. The process of wearing it undergoes a lot of draping and accuracy. It also requires proper maintenance when you are in public mostly.

Thank God, none of the sarees which my mom brought matched my appearance. Luckily, she told me to wear something which would look elegant when I am sitting for dinner.

"Shall I wear an apron?" I laughed.

I returned back to my room and opened my closet and eyed properly what to wear. At least I had something to wear apart from track pants and sweatshirts.

Very funny!

I scattered my most beautiful collections on the bed. In an instant, I decided to pair a red top with black jeans or a white jumpsuit ....

No, it looked like I am going office.

A skirt and the top....

No, as if I am going to a park.

A red velvet bodycon dress ....

Straight no, looked like a party dress.

Anarkali, no....too much ethnic.

Keeping a hand on my temple, I sat on the couch, facing my bed. A fine bed was now looking like a huge mess, with clothes dispersed on it.

How difficult it is for a girl to choose a dress and men think we take a lot of time to dress up. Now, who is going to tell men that it's not as easy as to wear a pant and a shirt? Boys can still come bare shoulder even for eating but we ......

Finally, I found a decent piece of suit to wear which my mom gave me during the arrival of guests. I chose it because there was nothing left in my closet to wear. Almost most of the dresses were too western and fashionable. Sadly, I had to choose this purple kurta and a shiny whitish dupatta, which perfectly paired with it. I kept my hair, open and straight.

With Soft pink lips, I ended my look. I went downstairs, to show my mom if I was looking as per her given choice. She saw me and was shocked. Within a minute she was in tears.

I was like, what the hell?

"Oh my god, for the first time, you are looking like a girl." She exclaimed.

"To date, was I looking like a boy?"

My mom put a kajal on the left of my forehead and she said it will protect me from the evil eye. I told na, she is superstitious.