Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION.
Not proof read and the entire chapter was typed using a mobile device. Please bear with typos.
This work can be read alone but recommend reading the previous OS, Kaanada . Hope I'm not spoiling that work by writing this.
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Kaanada: Not quite the same
She swiped the applicator across her hydrated lips painting them pink like the Turkish rose, staring at her reflection on the mirror in front of her. Pressing her lips together, she shot the text "Sorry, I'll deal with this ok?".
As if her receiver had been waiting for her text, her phone buzzed back immediately.
"Aen de, andha red kallu jimmiki podalaam la? Innikum ah oxidized silver poduva?", her mother's voice distracted her from looking at her phone.
She smiled at her mother sheepishly through the reflection in the mirror, "idhu dhaan ma trendu. Gold laam old fashion. Plus enaku idhu dhaan pidichiruku".
"Ennamo pannu, seekram ready aagu", her mother walked away.
She stared at the mere "Hmmm" on the chat screen.
"Over ah panraan", she muttered fixing the floating pleat of her plain navy-blue handcrafted soft silk saree. She turned to the side to check if the saree was draped well and walked a few steps back to admire her white and pink floral V-neck blouse.
She quickly opened the camera app on her phone and clicked a few selfies and mirror-fies. Still not quite satisfied, she pushed her hand out, a little over her head, pushed some of her curled tresses to the back, slightly pouted her lips and clicked a picture.
She quickly zoomed in on the picture and was finally feeling satisfied. Getting a new picture worthy of a DP was no easy task. Her hands itched to text the photo to a certain someone. Talking herself out of it, she quickly sent the picture to her best friend.
"Nee dress up pannirukadha paathaa, Australia ku pora idea la iruka poliye?"
Before she could respond to that text, another one came in.
"JK! Right amount of cute, hot and kuthu vilakku"
As she smiled, the third text rolled in, "DP!!!! Make sure you get DP worthy photos. Dress pannadha waste pannidaadha!!!!"
Laughing she replied to her friend and briefly wondered if she should reply to his text.
Its wasn't even that big an issue. Her father's close friend from college was visiting them for breakfast and lunch that day. The main agenda for their visit from Mumbai being her father's college reunion the next day at some fancy resort in ECR. Her father's friend's wife had merely floated the idea that it would be nice if their children liked each other. Her father had simply passed on the Australia Maaplai Karthik's number. Neither did she reach out nor did Karthik. He probably wasn't even interested. She most definitely wasn't. May be her father's friend's family weren't that serious or wouldn't even like her after today. Even if that wasn't the case, sure, her father was strict but he wasn't absurd. He wouldn't force her into something she wasn't interested in. Definitely not a life or life partner she didn't want. Even if she had to use I don't want to relocate out of India as her reason, her parents would be understanding. Her mother had always been her rock even when when her father stood his ground on odd occasions.
She knew this. He knew this. Yet, all he responded with was a hmmm to her text.
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