I love getting mail from family. The recent mail that I received possessed the question in golden words; how is your favorite auntie with a mole on her back that you love to stare at???!!!???!!!
Initially I laughed until a fistula developed in my umbilicus. I had to push the protruding gut back in with my hands.
Next, was the flashback!
It's Sunny's wedding. We are bored to hell. I look like a person from the trans gender movement as I am given a compliment that sound something like "OMG! You look like a woman!"
[Replay] OMG! You look like a woman!
[Again] OMG! You look like a woman!
That one was a real shocker specially when I am known for the aggrandized chaadar I wear all the time at home. What made me look like a woman? Perhaps the fact that I am a woman. It must have been that smaller embroidered dupatta on my head as apposed to the chaadar. In that case, exposure made me look like a woman. Real smart.
The two of us are sitting in the little corner on chairs side by side. We are making plans of annihilating the world by inserting micro-chips in dolphin's puny brains and have them walk on shore seducing people to the waters and eventually drowning them. Once everybody was dead the two of us would rule the empty planet earth and wait for aliens so we can have some friends.
We conquered the world. We are struck with boredom again. We start staring people down. The land of my vision is suffused with the sight of my-about-to-be-favorite-auntie. I notice the lineae albicantes on her stomach. She pulls the blouse to her saari down. Needless to say to no avail! And she turns her back and there we go the mole, squished, being partly under the fringe of her blouse and partly dangling in the air.
Flashbacks are my favorite multimedia presentations that this life has to offer. Organized, broken into pieces emphasizing on important events in chronological sequences, slow and articulate. Made for me. I can go back and forth prodding aspects of interest, pause and investigate.
"My favorite auntie is no where to be seen, but I guess she and her sticking out mole must be doing all right, hopefully." I replied to his question accompanied by a lot of nonsense.
Initially I laughed until a fistula developed in my umbilicus. I had to push the protruding gut back in with my hands.
Next, was the flashback!
It's Sunny's wedding. We are bored to hell. I look like a person from the trans gender movement as I am given a compliment that sound something like "OMG! You look like a woman!"
[Replay] OMG! You look like a woman!
[Again] OMG! You look like a woman!
That one was a real shocker specially when I am known for the aggrandized chaadar I wear all the time at home. What made me look like a woman? Perhaps the fact that I am a woman. It must have been that smaller embroidered dupatta on my head as apposed to the chaadar. In that case, exposure made me look like a woman. Real smart.
The two of us are sitting in the little corner on chairs side by side. We are making plans of annihilating the world by inserting micro-chips in dolphin's puny brains and have them walk on shore seducing people to the waters and eventually drowning them. Once everybody was dead the two of us would rule the empty planet earth and wait for aliens so we can have some friends.
We conquered the world. We are struck with boredom again. We start staring people down. The land of my vision is suffused with the sight of my-about-to-be-favorite-auntie. I notice the lineae albicantes on her stomach. She pulls the blouse to her saari down. Needless to say to no avail! And she turns her back and there we go the mole, squished, being partly under the fringe of her blouse and partly dangling in the air.
Flashbacks are my favorite multimedia presentations that this life has to offer. Organized, broken into pieces emphasizing on important events in chronological sequences, slow and articulate. Made for me. I can go back and forth prodding aspects of interest, pause and investigate.
"My favorite auntie is no where to be seen, but I guess she and her sticking out mole must be doing all right, hopefully." I replied to his question accompanied by a lot of nonsense.
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