Before we start, I want to say I'm sorry in advance if I wrote the Indian traditions and culture wrong and if I didn't write the correct grammar in Hindi. I just write what I know and what I've researched. You are welcomed to correct me, just private message me kay? Any errors will be fixed later.
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Miss Bollywood
"Maa" I whine as my mother raises the pooja thali with both of her hands, circling around my face while her mouth moves slightly, whispering prayers with her eyes closed. I sigh, I pull the strap of my bag pack and adjust it on my shoulder. I look down at my snickers, up to my faded blue jeans to my dark blue flannel covered with a washed out black bomber jacket that brand I don't know. I raise my head up to look back at my mother. She is still praying.
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(Pooja thali with ladoo)
"Maa..." I call her again, more like whining her name.
"Chup" quiet, is her reply before she continues praying for me. I sigh, my eyes wander around her face. I smile at the sight of her being so focused while praying. Praying for my safety. This is not the first time she did this, definitely not the last time either. When I was get ready for my first day of school, she did this until I was ready to fly to America. In conclusion, every time I leave the house, she will do the prayer. Not that I'm complaining, it'll protect me whenever I go and mother's prayer doesn't have boundaries.
While my mother is prolonged with the prayer, my grandmother calls for me with a whisper tone.
"Psst"
I turn my head to her and see the big smile on her face as her hand slowly raises up, asking for mine. I tilt my head aside, smile softly at her and place my hand on hers, wrapping my fingers around it.
"Khud ko ek aadamee khojen", find yourself a man.
That's my grandmother to you.
My smile quickly drops.
"Daadee ma!" I quietly yell at her, widening my eyes at her and squeezing her hand but that only causes her lets out a snicker laugh and returns the same gesture to my hand before patting the back of my hand.
"Angrejee aadamee mmhmm" english man mmhmm, she wiggles her eyebrows at me, tilting her head from side to side.
"Cih" I dismiss my hand off her hand and place it on my face, my pointer and middle fingers along with my thumb rubbing my temple. I look up back at her and find her cover her mouth with the loose end of her saree.
"Deepu?" I hear my mother calls my name, I snap my head at her direction and I am greeted by a motichoor ladoo in front of my face. I open my mouth slightly and have my mother pushes the ball of sweets closed to my mouth, I take a small bite of it and chew it slowly before swallowing it down my throat. My mother closer it again, making me pull my head backwards. My reflect only makes her go for more, convincing me to take another bite so I do but she put the whole remained ladoo into my mouth, patting my cheek softly and mumbling "syabbas". A small smile comes across my face, on my fulfilled mouth. After a few more chews, I swallow the pieces and grin at my mother.
