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Sharvanti

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Contributed by: Erica Rozman on 7/27/2007

As the east Indian sun shown through my dark brown eyes, my red sari swept the gray sidewalk as I walked towards the temple of Lakshimi, Rupali not far behind, and little Mishika on my hip, grasping my long black braid so she wouldn't fall off. The harem ladies greeted us with great grief. I set Mishika down, and then went toRupali to make sure she woun't spill the clay water pot she carried on her head. I took the pot from Rupali, and balanced it calmly atop my head, and then walked back to the temple, Rupali next to me. "O bapre, Rupali! put that thing down." I snapped. She held a small green gardener snake by its tail. "But it's friendly, Sharvanti! And I already named it!"
"PUT IT DOWN."
I said as I hit her hand, forcing her todrop the snake. Itook her handand held it tightly as we walked back to the temple's entrance.We prayed for at least an hour, and then we went back to our house, hidden behind a small flower shop. It would always smell of beautiful, white Jasmine. It reminds me of when mama to sing a lullaby like that when I was little.She died When I was nine and baba died shortly after that. Know one knows what happened to either one of them. Mama had had Aids and .H.I.V., and Baba was perfectly healthy. I think he was propel by some poisonous snake like a Krait or a Cobra, because when we finally found him he had two dark fang marks on his neck. Mama had died a year ago, I remember that day perfectly,Mama had sent Rupial, Mishika and I to go to the mango shop, about ten stores down from were we lived. We were to get two mangos to bring home for dinner. When we got to the shop, a tall man with a white turban approached us. He held a small red sari up to my skinny body and said.
"It fits you perfectly, my dear."
"Well, how much is it?"
"20 lakhs."
"na, na, we don't have that kind of money." I said pushing the sari away. I took out two small coins and exchanged it for the two mangos. When we got home she saw a most horrible sight., Mama was laying on the floor, Mishika started screaming, Rupial started crying, so I went over to her and started shaking her shoulders and horasilly yelling "Wake up, Mama, wakeup!" But nothing happened. Then I put my ear to her chest, not hearing the slightest heart beat. Later that horrible night, Baba came home and asked where she was. I did not reply, I only said we will not be having dinner that night. He suspiciously asked why. With watering eyes I slowly replied "because she's dead." "What?" he said "she's dead." I whispered coldly. "Where is she?" He asked sympathetically. "On the floor." I said as I pointed to my mothers dead body. Then in the next two days Baba died. Those weary days still haunt me. "I'm hungary, Sharvanti!" Rupali said as Mishika slowly fell asleep in her small blue sari i had made her. We went to bed hungary that night. The nextmorning I woke my sisters up early to start the flowers shop. As soon as we all were dressed, Mishika ran out the front door laughing and holding up her small chubby arms. "Mishika!" Isaid as I ran out the door and again Rupali was not far behind. WhenI got thereI saw a strange old ladywith long silver hair and a red bindi on her forehead and red henna on her arms. She was holding Mishikaon the hip as I usually did. Strangely there was a resemblance between the two but I could not make out why.
"Hello." The lady said "I am Priya Kallupalle."
"Hello, Ms. Kallupalle." I replied barely above a whisper.
"Please call me Priya." She said with acomforitng smile. "Come in, come in." I gently took Mishika from her and then put herdown, Rupali hiding behind me, not saying anything. "W...Well I'm Sharvanti, this is Rupali,"I said, pointing to Rupali, "and this is Mishika," I said asI picked her up again.
"Well, hello Sharvanti, are you the one who runs the flower shop?"
"Yes, yes. " I replied.
"How much is that Jasmine?" Priya said as she pointed to the flowers.
"It depends on how many you would like to buy."
"I would like to buy about twenty."
"Then about twenty coins."
"I'll take it. " She said eagerly as I gave her the flowers as she put the coins on the table.
"Thank you very my Shervanti, My brother has a son. Rama, you outo meet him sometime." She said as she walked out the door. "I wonder who this Rama is." I wondered. "sounds nice Rupali shrugged, now speaking again. "I've seen this Rama once, very handsome boy." I said dreamily thinking of his angelic face. I slowly put Mishika down for her nap and then started to make some rice for Rupali. SuddentlyI heard the door open and saw a tall, young, hadnsome,boy. Then I realized that was Rama. I started to stare dreamily at him, then he noticed and quickly went back to cooking. "I'm hungary Sharvanti." Rama said as he came up behind me. "Yes, yes. " I whispered, as I truned my head toward him, my long black braid swinging behind me.
"I'm Rama."
"So I've heard."
"Do you know my aunt?"
"Oh yes I remember her." Looking over at Mishika, sleeping soundly on the bed.
"You live here?"
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yes, your aunt dropped by this morning and bought some Jasmin."
"For my cousin's wedding."
I turned my face back to him as big black eyes circling my face, I hurried back to my cooking.
"Sharvanti! stop flirting and give me the rice!"
"I am not flirting, I am just..."
"Flirting." Rupali said smiling in a mischevious way. I hannded her her food and then went out to the bazarr.
"Wait." Rama said grabbing my arm. "When will I see you again?"
"Meet me behind my shop tonight." I replied. That night I put my sisters to bed and met Rama outside, He was already standing there. "Sharvanti, I wanted to meet you hear tonight to tell you I have two Tickets to America."

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