Hello pretty girl!! (Love all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose, I’m winning)
How do you do it look so beautiful every time. ? You think that’s me Chaya, no it’s my my sister Moha singing to her reflection in the mirror. She is smitten by her own charming self and soft melodious voice. As I watch from my wheelchair sitting in a hand-me-down dress of hers. To know our story let’s start at the very beginning from our birth. This story is incomplete without the details.
Me Chaya my sister Moha we are mono zygotic twins. That is one fertilized egg split into two. We are carbon copies of each other thanks to the single egg. Monozygotic twins are of the same sex and look similar too. We celebrate our birthday just before Christmas. A magical time to be born. The town and church would be decorated illuminated giving it a festive look. As far as I remember we were dressed in same clothes may be different colours. Our golden-brown hair in pigtails or ponies tied in matching ribbons.
We were inseparable. Always playing together. Even as we grew older, we enjoyed each other’s company the most. Never needed a mirror one glance at my sister and I knew how I looked. As kids we were the centre of attraction wherever we went. Performing for one and all. Reciting poetry or singing songs. Mom would get our homework done and ensured we were doing well in our studies. Dad was always taking us out proud of his little angels.
Moha was the naughty brash bossy one from our childhood. She protected me and fought with all the other children. There were a few of them who would tease us for our similar looks or purposely call us by the wrong name. People would confuse us for each other very often. Positive Negative was what the kids in our class would call us.
At seven years we joined horse riding classes. And soon became apt at riding. Going on solo rounds on our ponies on the ground near the river. Just before our eight birthday we were riding our ponies. When Parus pony was frightened by a snake on the ground. He started trying to strike it and kicking neighing loudly. This scared my pony which jumped high to catch up with the other pony. With Paru screaming I too started following her and as we approached the gate opening into the river. My pony stumbled threw me over the fence into the cold water. The fall was the last thing I would do without any help for a long long time. My life changed totally. My legs were hurt and bones broken mangled. It took years of operations and physiotherapy to at least let me stand and hobble to the loo. All thru these treatments we were getting detached from each other. Away from my shadow Paru was quiet withdrawn studying and helped me with my academics. She enjoyed her outdoor activities spent a lot of time outside the house. She resented the attention and care that I got at home. She hated me for being hurt instead of her. She thought fate was cruel and she was dealt a losing hand.
There was a wall between us. As we grew older it grew wider and taller. Moha openly made fun of me and my hoarse voice. All the medications and the anxiety had made my voice hoarse. She never brought her friend’s home seemed embarrassed of my very existence. She was the favourite of the choir club. Singing enchanting hymns and songs for all. Looking pretty in cute small dresses. As the last few days of college came. Moha was over the moon she had found the love of her life .As our 22 birthday was approaching she was dreaming of getting a job after college. The choir practice would go on late into the evening. Her boyfriend Nikhil would drop her off home. Hand in hand they would walk to the gate. Exchange a tight hug and part.
The new lovers found every chance to be together. Nikhil was the son of Dads good friend. He was handsome and doing his master’s in management. A good match both the families were glad that they were dating. Then calamity struck on a rainy day. Just like that life was about to change again. One stroke of lightening and Moha lay dead on the road. Poor Moha what a dreadful way to die alone in the cold. As she was returning from choir practice
I cried and cried and wondered what God had in his mind for me. As I wandered into her room on my wheelchair. Slowly opened her wardrobe and slid into her fancy shimmering dress. I could just stand and breathing heavily looked in the mirror. Picked up her lip gloss and eye shadow and liner and foundation et al. After all I always helped her with her makeup. Watched her dress up so now I was just following the routine. When I was done. Looking into the mirror a small scream escaping my lips. There stood Moha in front of me. Chaya oh Chaya where are you? There was a reflection of my sister staring back at me. I started humming one of her favourite songs… (. I know you’re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back, I want you back
My neighbours think I’m crazy
But they don’t understand
You’re all I had, you’re all I had
At night, when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the moon
Trying to get to you…)
And O la la. My voice sounded as sweet as hers to my ears. Another song and one more I was singing aloud loving the change in my looks and sound. All the staff were in my room. Staring at me horrified scared. They assumed Mohas ghost had taken hold of me. Entered my body. All of them vanished. From the house. The next day come evening I put on another dress and stumbled and fumbled walked into the town. Sat on the bench in the market place. Singing songs in my sister’s memory where her picture was placed. Her friends had put flowers and candles in her memory. Ashen white scared faces were walking past hurriedly as I sat there singing tears streaming down my face.
God had suddenly made us one now.
I got back home and looked into the mirror. Moha and Chaya both were laughing aloud enjoying each other’s company. And the fear of the people of town. Cheers! Cheers! sis you will live on in Me.