Today, She leaves me White, like the virgin snow Wasted. She wants change I don't. She wants freedom I give. She feels guilt ...
Ambujam had just received her admit letter for her Masters into the Sakthi Mariamman College of Science and Aarts (extra 'a' for num...
Preparation was key. Months of mugging up the old Cosmos that she had bought for Rs.10 a piece from Murugan Paper Weights Shop had taught her that (apart from 23497 ways to satisfy her man, NOW!). And naturally, she had thought of everything - even the nickname for that white guy she was going to date to use on her blog: Paanagam. Scoff all you want, but the thought process that went into this name is amazing. Can't you see the post where she breaks up with him? "Paanagam" she'll write. "You are sweet. But a little too sweet for me."
Biscuits were now cookies. Petrol, was gas. (but gas remained to be gas as well. Ambujam found Americans efficient like that). Saravana Bhavan mini-tiffin-parcel, take out. Thankfully, Thayir Saadham was spared.
Wardrobes, apart from Facebook statuses had to be updated. This was her one big chance to metamorphize into the Naidu Hall model she had always aspired to be, while simultaneously telling the world how much she missed her city. While the latter would probably invite a couple of "ei what ya yesterday only I saw you vettifying gobi 65 at bhagya" comments, she was not fazed.
Ambujam had arrived.
"You and your children look so good! What DO you all eat for breakfast?" Smiles all around. "Thank you and haha! We actua...
Smiles all around.
"Oh yes, I will. His health is okay, he's been doing all that he can to keep his sugar under control, work has been hectic."
We repeated our well rehearsed smiles. Oh-I'm-so-unaware-of-my-own-daughter-raising-skills-so-thanks-for-pointing-it-out smile for Amma, the oh-I'm-so-unaware-of-my-own-sense-of-responsibility-so-thanks-for-pointing-it-out smile for me and the oh-I'm-so-proud-of-my-big-sister-and-I-think-she-is-amazing-and-supercute smile for my sister.
"Time?! Sweetheart you're twenty one! You have all the time in the world! Wait until you're 27, 28 to be married- It's only by that time you'll be independant and levelheaded enough to make the decision."
I flashed back to 2 weeks ago, when I had just come back home from yet another haircut and Amma had predicted that I would be baldheaded by the time I was 28.