I was getting late for work. All hassled up, I go to my dresser.
Searching for my comb, I bend down.
When I straighten up again, what I see in the mirror is astounding.
It is my own reflection, but it seems different somehow.
Just as I am trying to figure out the difference, this little one comes and hugs me from behind.
“Didi (older sister), can you make me some bournvita? I am hungry.”
I rush to the kitchen and make him a mug full of bournvita.
He drinks it, relishing.
And I wake up.
I haven’t seen him since.
It is not always a she.