“How am I looking, tell me, shona?” she asked her sister, Shristi, placing a delicate hair strand on her left ear.“You’re always pretty, Kriti di” Shristi smiled at her with braces.Kriti turned to her and praised her dressing sense as Shristi always chose their dresses.
As her sister finished her appraisal and bid her goodbye for a party, Shristi caught her reflection in the mirror. “We’re sisters, really?” she thought.
She ran her sun kissed palms on face circling her pink pimples that were witnessing teenage. She smiled at herself but found braces smiling back at her. Her big eyes hidden behind glasses felt wet. She controlled, echoed to her heart,” My beautiful day will come, I will make sure it comes” and went back to her books.