Beware, it's ma soeur!

'Ma soeur' means my sister in French. Alas, my French does not happen to be at par so, it could also mean serial killer or a cow. Whatever. Let's assume it means sister and get started.

            My cousin sister stays at the other side of the world. That is the US of A. She is funny, vague, hysterical, emotional, bookaholic. In short a lot like me and somewhat like you. So, this fabulous cousin of mine had come for a month or so and left around a month or so. Naturally, whenever she comes it's a party!

            The day begun gloomily, as I awoke cursing the Earth for rotating a bit too fast for my taste. Rubbing my eyes, I stifled a yelp as my fingertips came away red and black. Great. Forgot to remove eye liner and eye shadow. Again. After washing my face with the same scrub thrice did the makeup completely go leaving my skin as smooth as a cactus. I poured some milk while I grabbed a newspaper. The headline became fuzzy red dots which must have been the result of punching my face while scrubbing out the makeup. The news read, 'All For Dancing Yellow Piggies!' but of course, with my eyes imitating their companions on our fellow mammals bats you would never know. 
     
             My sister, as cheerful as a peacock on a rainy day wished some morning niceties while I fought back waves of sleepiness. With a polite nod, I continued drinking milk as she continued praising my eyes, hair and skin tone, not wanting to look selfish or rude, I continued the praising session by complimenting her toe nails, eyelashes and incisors. Now what are incisors? I don't know. If you do good to go, quite life saving information. 
    
            After we were done with our breakfasts, we went back to the bedroom, to perform a task few have completed without being kicked, tormented or insulted. We put our best foot forward and tried to wake our brother from his only precious belonging, Sleep. Later, around an hour or so, did we manage to steer him to the dining table and poured his milk, our faces lit up with triumph as though we were the surviving soldiers from '300'. 

           Later, while we were getting ready to attend a get together the lights when out. The only source of light I happened to possessed was my prehistoric mobile's torch which might have as well as been a firefly's end So, while I was getting ready, it would come as no surprise to you wonderful people that I wore my dress wrong way and had lipstick everywhere except my lips.

         With us being introduced to a million people who attacked us with life changing philosophical questions like 'Do you remember me?' and 'How are your studies going on?', we managed to survive.

        While we were having dinner, a wada, managed to evade my catlike reflexes and fall under a girl's foot thus, committing suicide. When I decided to enlighten her with this earth shattering fact, ma soeur came up like a Pink Power Ranger with her previously unknown kung fu skills kicked it away with such a force that it went away for 3 feet and then came to halt. Me and my brother decided to interrogate her and find this source of enlightenment which made her reflexively kick it. She replied blame it on the girl because of whom it fell filling her with the sudden overwhelming compulsion to make sure it stayed away from us.
Blimey....

         

Wada: a small pie like deep fried Indian delicacy filled with spicy potato mixture generally savored tangy sauce. 



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Anusha