Transition

I don’t how it happened…I don’t know when it happened and above all I don’t know why it happened. I guess it’s just that one is never satisfied with what they have and I was not happy with single hood…I mean come on! being Aunt Alice most of the time really sucks! and something inside me was aching to join the love bandwagon.

That’s when it happened, all the dreaming and imagining….and well Mere Kwaboon mai jo aaye became my favorite song. I gave a headache to all at home practicing my vocal talent, it was my attempt to try to fit into the romantic bill. My prince charming was tall, dark (not too much) and of course handsome (nothing less than Tom Cruise).

By the time I reached the 10th grade I had charted out my whole life plan. I would fall head over heels in love with Prince Charming…would have a house by the beach (no..not the Marina Beach in Chennai…probably the Hawaiian beaches)..then we would have two kids…one boy one girl…ya.. I had also decided on the order of the kids, first would be a boy then it would be a girl. Then we would live happily ever after.

Now came my task of hunting my Prince Charming, no easy task I would say…every good looking guy was a prospect. But there was a slight problem…namely me. I looked no less than an inflated balloon…and due to a hormonal overdrive I had pimples dressed all over my face. Hmmm …..would Prince Charming find me a Princess as well? I knew the answer.

What followed were years of serious inferiority complex. I could face no guy and never had the guts to even look up at any guys face. Ugly! your ugly! Is what kept ringing in my head, ignoring it had become quite a difficult task as there was always the mirror to reinforce my beliefs. So I resigned to my Aunt Alice post with disgust but the ache always remained.