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Ishani - For the love of Rashi

Its 6.00 am in the morning, I had to wake up as I had a deadline to meet. The five stone diamond stud nose-ring in my nose reminded me about all my tasks at hand. I had to cook breakfast for my family, pack their lunch, prepare my elder son to school and pamper my 6 months old baby daughter. I am a born male with masters degree in engineering, worked as an assistant professor in reputed engineering college but now I am a happy housewife and mother of two.

It all started with a nose-ring. We have a small traditional family including my father Samar, mother Jaya, elder sister Jyoti and myself Ishaan. It was during my 15th birthday my parents took me to native place to get my ears pierced in a traditional manner. We reached our native village and we stayed in our grand-parents home. As per the tradition I was spared from hair cut for a year so my hair was shoulder length. My grand-parents were happy to see us and have already prepared for the ear-piercing ceremony in our family temple. Since there was less time we were taken for shopping soon after breakfast. I loved my grandparents more than my parents and I never disobeyed them. During shopping my grandfather brought two sets of pattu pavadai (traditional South Indian outfit for girls) one for me and the other for my sister. But I preferred to be in jeans and shirt but I couldn't disappoint them. Since I hadn't hit the puberty I had a unisex face and body. Then we went to a movie and then returned home. Since I was so tired I slept as soon as we reached home.

My grandmother woke me up and I was insisted to have an oil bath. Then she took me to her room and dressed me with pattu pavadai. I was already red being shy as it is normally worn by girls and now I was closely resembling my sister. To add to my shyness she make me wear golden bangles, necklace and anklets which was our family jewellery. Till now I had accepted it to please my grandmother and she too was happy with me. We got very late getting ready for the auspicious time. We hurried to the temple but my mother and sister started to tease me on our way. We reached the temple on time and the temple priest were ready for us. We were asked to wash our feet and then worship the god. When I lifted my skirt to wash my feet everyone saw the anklet and started to laugh. Then we were made to sit at the rear of the temple and a lamp was lighted on both sides. My father made us wear a flower garland. First it was my sister turn. My grandma gave big hoop dangling earring for her to get pierced. But being a modern girl my sister refused to wear. Since they brought only two pair one for me and the other for my sister. Mine was a small stud. As the time was running out my mother requested me if I can wear it. I did not want to disappoint them but I was scared because those were traditional earring passed on by generations. So I was to get pierced first. My grandma marked the point to pierce my ears. They removed the screw from the stud fixed a pointed needle and started to heat it in the lamps flame, fearing the pain my eyes already started to water. I was made to sit on my uncle's lap and he held me from preventing any motion. I couldn't move myself. As the needle was about to turn to red the priest approached near me to pierce my ears and I closed my eyes out of fear then there was a sharp pain. The priest was strong guy he did not let go of my ears and pushed it all the way through. I could feel the earring in my right ear. It was paining and it was heavy. I thought that my ear was going to tear out. After a few seconds he screwed the earring tightly in my ears. Again he started to hold the needle in the lamp flame. I pleaded my parents to stop it as I was really paining. But they just consoled me and repeated the same process. I nearly fainted after my ear piercing. Seeing all this my sister refused to get her ear pierced as she feared pain and started to run. I had no energy to do anything. My grandmother prayed to god for well being. I was asked to fell on my grandparents and my parents feet to get their blessing. My grandparents gifted me another set of pattu pavadai and my parents gifted me a golden ring, but I was in no mood to be happy. By this time they had pierced my sisters ears and she was now sporting a small stud which was supposed to be mine. But she was angry for making her feel the pain for piercing.