
I look at her on the sofa and feel disgusted. The room is not hot, but her face shines with sweat. Her long hair is open and messy, like she woke up and forgot to comb it. She wears a big t-shirt that sticks to her body because of the sweat. No bra. Her breasts are huge.
The nipples poke out clearly through the thin cloth. I want to look away, but my eyes keep going back. Her legs are wide open on the sofa. The shorts are so short that almost all her legs show. They are milky white, soft, and a little fat. She does not care.
She sits there like the sofa is her bed. She is short. She is chubby. Her whole body is round and heavy. She never goes out. All day she stays at home. She says she is preparing for the NEET exam, but I never see her studying. Books are on the table, but she is always eating snacks or sleeping.
I feel ashamed because she is my sister. People will think I am also lazy if they see her like this. She makes noise while eating. She leaves dirty plates everywhere. Her room smells of old food and sweat. Mom keeps telling her to clean, but Himani says “later” and goes back to the sofa.
Her t-shirt is wet under the arms and on the back. It sticks to her belly, too. The cloth is so thin I can see the shape of everything. Her thighs touch each other. When she moves, the fat jiggles. She scratches her leg, and the shorts go even higher.
I feel angry. Why can’t she wear proper clothes? Why can’t she sit like a normal person? I remember when we were small. Himani was cute then. She used to follow me everywhere. Now she is just a big, lazy girl who does nothing. She failed NEET two times already. Still, she says, “This year I will pass.”


















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