Princess

Posted: January 11, 2011 in my life
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It’s beautiful isn’t it, the things mothers do.

“Mummy, I want to be a princess for a day.”

I was five. Cranky. And had just woken up from a very disturbed sleep.

“Please…”

And she took me seriously.

She fashioned a sari out of a fancy dupatta. There was powder. There was lipstick. Nail polish! Red! Bright, bright red! And blush too! The pallu of the sari went around my head and was pinned there in style. And then, I was allowed to sit with my parents and have tea.

I remember the self conscious handling of the tea things. The attempt at a graceful walk. The hesitance to even speak lest the lipstick be disturbed. Watching the delicate movement of my fingers from the corner of my eye.  And when my mother replied to my father’s raised eyebrow with “She’s a princess today”, I remember blushing to the very tips of my toes.

I have only  a vague memory of all this. Faint images,  each with its own set of associated emotions. It’s too fleeting, almost as if the hint of another thought will dissolve them. And yet I have clutched on to those memories. She humored me. A five yr old’s silly request.

It’s beautiful isn’t it, the things mothers do.

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PS: I was just going through this insanely funny thing on xkcd, go read it!

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Comments
  1. sarah says:

    nice!!! makes me remember my 3rd b-day…with mom making me wear a red lehenga like thg 😀
    uh…i had stage fright…and…uhh…long stry…wateva! still nice!!!
    can still show u d fotos wen u come…

  2. shaheen says:

    still my princess sweetie! 😀 🙂

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