‘Friday, then a long weekend’ I said in relax tone. ‘Are you going home for rakhi?’ one of them asked. I said, ‘no, I don’t have any sister’. Such a stupid statement, to be made in front of three girls, especially if one of them is your all time crush. I was hoping that I will be ignored but all in vain. Conversation had already taken a bend, diverted towards finding a sister for me. One of them said, ‘hey don’t worry, am already your sister no? Will tie up the rakhi to you’
Other two started laughing. Only word came to my mind was ‘Hell’
Second one, ‘you have more choices here’
‘Holy hell’, ‘please god not she’ I thought of her, the third.
Slowly her rose like eyelids opened, she looked like an angle, her eye bolls started moving towards my direction like a moon moves in the sky, lips holding a cunning smile like a vampire smiles when had find blood, hairs floating on her face like leafs floating on milk and all her attention was finally towards me, mine already on her. Before she can move her lips I shouted,
‘I have some criteria for making someone sister’
All started staring at me giving interrogative expression. And here I was,
She should not have any other brother. (Two of them, still smiling)
She should be healthy and fat. (Smile faded)
Last but not the least she should not be beautiful.
(After this there was a pin drop and pleasant silence…)
