When I look in the mirror, I think of my Dad, how he was troubled because my hair was never combed and I never applied cream on my face.
Dad at times complained and said to my Mom one day, ‘what’s wrong with our middle daughter, she doesn’t look after herself, she doesn’t comb her hair, she refuses to put cream on her face. She wasn’t raised in a village, even the village girls take care of themselves these days.’
When mom told me, I listened with one ear and released the words from the other. Just like the girl in the movie told her uncle, ‘This is why we have two ears one for listening and the other to get rid of words we don’t like.’
Now when I look in the mirror and see my hair combed, and my moist face. I think about my father, he’d probably say, ‘I’m proud of you Ma Ranu.’
It’s too bad I’m incapable of dragging back the years when my Dad was alive.