"I better get to the sleepover down the street." You comment breathlessly to your mother. Barely noticing you're not really thinking of it as your sister's party anymore. You're about to step out when you hear your mother from behind you "Wait Ruhi! Don't forget your bag."
"Oh right. Thanks mother." You say, as yo quickly turn around and run back up to the room you are almost entirely view as yours. You quickly pick up the bag you put your clothes in before rushing out of the house. You walk down the street, hoping somewhat that all this is worth it for that dare, a dare you can barely recall the specifics of.
Looking into the bag, you're surprised to not find your clothes, but instead a collection of Bollywood movies and a some pyjamas, which are small white singlet which would likely leave your bellow exposed and some long colourful pants of Indian design. You shake your head at your confusion.
"I must have taken the wrong bag.. all well I can always get my clothes when I go back home tomorrow.. I mean when I return these.. Anyway these are good movies, and I don't why I expected my pyjamas to look so boyish anyway" you comment in Hindi off handily.
You eventually reach the house of the party and gently knock on the door. A blonde girl in pink clothes answers your knocks, it takes you a few moments to recognise her as your sister. She smiles at you and ushers you in, unlike the scowls and mean looks you have frequently received in the past... you think, those memories are kind of cloudy due to your headache.
"You must be the new Indian girl from down the street, I'm am like so glad you could make it" She says with glee. You smile, both at her excitement and also because it seems she is buying your disguise. You push away your concerns over strange recent thoughts and events and instead decide to focus on staying in character as your headache grows.
"Yes hello. I'm so glad to be here." You say before noticing you're still speaking in Hindi after witnessing your sister's confusion, you quickly switch to English which takes a odd amount of effort "Oh sorry, English is my second language. I am Ruhi, thank you again for allowing me come." You now speak in a girly tone with a cute and pronounced accent which you don't bother to think about but instead try to maintain in order to fool her.
"It's so great to properly meet you Ruhi, my parents are gone for the night so it's just us girls." She says turning around giving a little dance, you note she didn't mention her brother.. as in you, you decide to prod her a bit to make sure she isn't suspicious about your whereabouts.
"What about your brother?" You ask, successfully managing to sound innocent in your question. To your confusion your sister looks consumed at the question "What? I don't have a brother Ruhi"
That responds stumps you, but you don't have the time or clarity of mind to think too deeply about it as your headache grows and your sister waits a reason for your apparently strange line of question "Oh, sorry I thought I heard you did. I must have been thinking of someone else." You say as you also internally decide your sister is mad and you and pretending you don't exist or some other immature game she likes to play, you think she does, memories of how she treats you are draw to think about right now.
Whatever the case is she does seem to accept that answer and brings you in and introduces you to the other girls all lounging in the living room. All the girls greet you friendly, which his a contrast to how you are pretty sure your sister's friends usually see you, that being an annoying young brat.
You decide to just be happy that your disguise works. You make some small talk, a few questions about India are directed at you which you answer happily…. thanks to your knowledge from the diary of course.
After a while one of them comments on wanting to watch a movie, reminding you that you brought a few in your bag which you quickly bring out.
"This is a classic Bollywood film about two-star crossed lovers who must compete as they rise through the dance industry of Mumbai. I've watched it so many times growing up, it's just a great film" You gush about it, somewhat confusing yourself on your knowledge, you must have read about somewhere in your diary. On that note you now don't even notice you are thinking of the diary as your own.
The girls agree to watch it and you all sit down to watch. The movie seems so familiar. You find yourself quickly able to know how scenes will play out despite it not being an overly predictable movie. It seems so odd.
But you are much too entertained by the movie. This is Ruhi's favourite movie after all and you are Ruhi… right? Shaking your head you think to yourself. Isn't your name more boyish or western? No that's ridiculous, your diary is signed with the name Ruhi and why would you diary be signed with a name that isn't yours. The idea of you having a boyish or western name seems almost laughable for some reason.
Smiling, you decide to just focus on your movie instead of such strange thoughts. You look to see your sister is enjoying herself as well, even giving you a few secrets and gossip and treating you must more casually than she ever has treated her brother. It's getting harder to think of her as your sister, you do look so different after all. Plus didn't she say she didn't have a brother? Not that, that would apply to you of course... you think.
The train of thought gives you even more of a headache, one which seems to lessen as you focus on the movie and relax, crossing your legs and sitting down in a feminine posture.