My Lovely Daily Life
“Ritu, ut!” My host mom hollers up the stairs to wake my sleeping sister, Ritika. “Patz minita Mommy, please!” Ritu groggily shouts, pleading for five more minutes. “Nahi Beta, sahaa vasta ahe.” My mom says, meaning “No dear, it’s six o’clock.” My sister grumpily clambers over me on her way out of the bed we share, kneeing me in the process. Although I theoretically can sleep for another half hour, I don’t. Ritu always says “oops sorry to wake you” but I know she did it purposefully because she doesn’t want to suffer the early morning alone. We dress in our school uniforms, mine is a baby blue striped kurta and scarf. I attend KTHM College which on of the oldest schools in the city, hence our traditional uniform. Ritu and I do eachothers eyeliner because we’re both too tired to do our own. I braid her hair and she tells me which earrings to wear. When it comes to cooking, clothes, and braiding hair I’m the big sister, but often the rolls are swit