Christmas was approaching fast and we were doing a nativity play at the school. I was to be one of the angels. We practiced and practiced everyday. Amma and Suja aunty came over everyday to pick us up after the daily rehearsals. Sometimes as we waited the flower man came over carrying a huge basket on his head, a basket full of Red Roses. Everyday I asked amma to buy one for me to put in my hair and everyday she would refuse. On the last day of the rehearsals Suja aunty came to pick me up and she bought me a rose. “But Amma will be angry, she will say I forced you to buy it” I told her.
“Don’t worry I will explain to her that I bought it because you were a very good girl.”
The rose was big, red and smelled good and I kept pulling it out of my hair and smelling it, by the time we reached home very little was left of it, all the smelling and counting of petals caused all the petals to fall of and I was left holding the stem. Amma was excited on seeing me, “How did the dress rehearsals go?”
“Good, I wore wings today.”
“So all set for tomorrow’s play.”
The play was scheduled for the evening of the next day. I was taken to the school early and all of us were made to change into the costumes, make up was applied. Out of the window we watched the parents and other guests coming in to watch the play. The teachers ran around making sure things were all ready and soon it was time and we were all on the stage. The play started, on the stage were three angels including me, we had huge wings and were crowding one another.
I asked the angel next to me, “Can you move a little, there is no place for me to stand here.”
“She glared at me, “Shhhh… Don’t talk.”
I tried adjusting my wings a little to make them a little more comfortable. In the process my wings touched other angel’s wings and she pushed me and then I pushed her and in minutes there were two angels fighting on the stage, pulling and pushing and hitting each other until the other angel’s wings broke into two and she started crying. I felt myself being pulled off the stage, I screamed and looked at the person holding me and saw Appan. He was looking amused.
“Well, Well, This is the first time people saw two angels fighting like this” someone said from behind Appan. I turned around and saw Machachan, Amma’s youngest brother and my favourite uncle. I smiled and he held out his arms. Soon I was in his arms, explaining how the fight broke out.
“She refused to move and I had no space to stand on the stage.”
“But we saw you break her wings and pull her hair. Why did you do that?”
“She pushed me.”
We looked at the stage; the play had stopped and there was a crying angel on the stage.
“I think that is it for today, we might as well leave and go home. Vena did not seem well so amma probably wants us home fast.” Appan said
“What’s wrong with Vena?”
“Just fever and cold. She will be fine.”
At home, Vena was sleeping, slightly feverish and Appan and Machachan had a great time telling Amma about the play and my role in it.
“Don’t worry I will explain to her that I bought it because you were a very good girl.”
The rose was big, red and smelled good and I kept pulling it out of my hair and smelling it, by the time we reached home very little was left of it, all the smelling and counting of petals caused all the petals to fall of and I was left holding the stem. Amma was excited on seeing me, “How did the dress rehearsals go?”
“Good, I wore wings today.”
“So all set for tomorrow’s play.”
The play was scheduled for the evening of the next day. I was taken to the school early and all of us were made to change into the costumes, make up was applied. Out of the window we watched the parents and other guests coming in to watch the play. The teachers ran around making sure things were all ready and soon it was time and we were all on the stage. The play started, on the stage were three angels including me, we had huge wings and were crowding one another.
I asked the angel next to me, “Can you move a little, there is no place for me to stand here.”
“She glared at me, “Shhhh… Don’t talk.”
I tried adjusting my wings a little to make them a little more comfortable. In the process my wings touched other angel’s wings and she pushed me and then I pushed her and in minutes there were two angels fighting on the stage, pulling and pushing and hitting each other until the other angel’s wings broke into two and she started crying. I felt myself being pulled off the stage, I screamed and looked at the person holding me and saw Appan. He was looking amused.
“Well, Well, This is the first time people saw two angels fighting like this” someone said from behind Appan. I turned around and saw Machachan, Amma’s youngest brother and my favourite uncle. I smiled and he held out his arms. Soon I was in his arms, explaining how the fight broke out.
“She refused to move and I had no space to stand on the stage.”
“But we saw you break her wings and pull her hair. Why did you do that?”
“She pushed me.”
We looked at the stage; the play had stopped and there was a crying angel on the stage.
“I think that is it for today, we might as well leave and go home. Vena did not seem well so amma probably wants us home fast.” Appan said
“What’s wrong with Vena?”
“Just fever and cold. She will be fine.”
At home, Vena was sleeping, slightly feverish and Appan and Machachan had a great time telling Amma about the play and my role in it.
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