For a truer me, perhaps!

I t was an indeed nice evening. Nice because there was nothing not-nice about it – I was having a great cup of self made coffee, the Wi-Fi was working at good speed as I was chatting over whatsapp with my bestie watching Chandler proposing Monica over last episode of Friends’ 6th season. So you see, life was indeed going good. Till I heard my mum announcing plans for the dinner about going to a get together at her friend’s house. My saturation was still intact; rather I was little pleased because it meant house would be entirely mine for a few hours and so I can dance around and have a late dinner stuck before my P.C. Things would have remained nice, until I heard the lateral part of mum’s announcement, “ You will be coming along too, Alefiya!” Wait. What? Me? “ But I don’t know any people there, Mummy” , I said in disgust. Actually, most of my mum’s friends’ kids were in their schools and those older than me had not...