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‘Come down soon, okay? We have reservations at eight. The driver will be here on the dot,’
Dad calls out.
I am really curious now. Ever since Dad’s eyesight began to fail, I’ve been the designated
driver for almost all outings. My sister Faria knows how to drive too, but the joint consensus
is that she’s awful at it, so almost all driving duties fall upon me. So, why a driver tonight? Is
Dad trying to impress someone?
 Up in my room, I take a shower, run a brush through my still wet hair, tug on some clothes,
and head downstairs, my lips set into a mutinous line. Whatever I’m doing with my life,
sticking around at home, I’m doing it of my own free will. Doesn’t mean I have to like it,
though.
I walk into the kitchen – my refuge, the one place that can fix my mood – and open the fridge.
Truthfully speaking, I’m more irritated than hungry, and only chocolate can straighten that
out. I usually stash some chocolate-covered almonds in a box here, but I can’t find them.
‘I ate them,’ Faria says, sweeping in ‘What are you wearing?’ I ask her, annoyed that we’re no longer seven and five respectively
so that I can hit her for taking my chocolate. Actually, I still can, but I’m distracted by her
dress. It’s long and flowy, a buttery soft drape of silk and satin. She looks stunning – a bit like
an ostrich if I were to be painfully honest, but a pretty ostrich nonetheless.
‘It’s a gharara,’ she says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
 ‘But why are you wearing it?’ I turn back to the fridge.
‘Because I want to.’ She sounds exactly like the five-year-old I’d wanted to smack a minute
ago.
I roll my eyes at her and she gives me a fake smile as she sits down at the kitchen table,
careful not to let her gharara sweep the kitchen floor, which is spotless thanks to the efforts of
Salma Apa.
Mom walks in just then and her eyes narrow when she sees what I am wearing.
‘Are you seriously coming to the restaurant like this?’ she asks, taking in the faded T-shirt and
jeans that I had picked.
 I look down at my clothes and then up at her. Mom is wearing an elegant saree with
restrained bling, her hair done up in a stylish bun. I, on the other hand, looked like something
the cat dragged in.
I stare at her for a minute, wondering what’s going on. She raises her eyebrows at me and I
shrug.
 ‘What’s wrong with this?’ I ask.
‘It’s a fancy restaurant, Aliya. You should know by now that your dad will not be happy to see
you dressed like this at such a place,’ she says, looking at Faria approvingly. Faria preens a
little and I slink out of the kitchen.
‘I’ll change,’ I mutter on my way back upstairs, wishing for the umpteenth time that my
parents were not so appearance obsessed.
Almost on autopilot, I change into a pale blue full-length chiffon outfit that is wispy and light.
I brush my hair out and work on my eyeliner, making sure it’s winged and proper. Just as I
finish putting on a coat of mascara, Faria walks in, glaring at my reflection in the mirror.
Faria is still mentally stuck at the age where she thinks that if she throws a big enough tantrum
my parents will take whatever it is I have (and she wants) and hand it to her, just to shut her
up.
‘That colour makes you look like an aunty,’ she says sulkily. I raise an eyebrow at her in the
mirror. It does not and I know that. She walks past me in a huff.
Then, suddenly, I feel a crawling sensation down my back.
It’s a spider Faria has plucked from some corner of the wall and put on my back. I scream and
throw my hairbrush at her. She dodges and laughs, happy that she has made me late. For
someone as effortlessly sophisticated as her, it’s almost baffling that she doesn’t mind
touching all forms of creepy-crawlies.
 ‘Come down soon!’ she gurgles as she runs downstairs. I peel off the outfit and throw it on
the ground, before beginning my hunt for something else to wear.A. Who is the narrator? Why are the narrator’s family members so keen to make her change

her appearance for the trip to the restaurant? Does the narrator approve of their goals? Give a

reasoned answer in about 250-300 words, discussing what in the above passage allows you to

draw your conclusions.

B. The narrator's mother says her father would not approve of what she is wearing to go to the

restaurant. Using your imagination, write an essay or part of a story or a conversation in

dialogue describing what her father was likely to say if he saw her in jeans and tee-shirt and

how she and her mother would respond. Answer in about 350-500 words.​

Answer 1

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