Daily Prompt: Mutants and Hybrids
If you were one part human, two parts something else — another animal, a plant, an inanimate object — what would the other two parts be?
The thought of being a mutant or hybrid scares me. No, I don’t want to be someone like that, even in make believe. To me it sounds repulsive.
As a child I used to wish for many hands, like the Indian deity with multiple arms. The thought of it excited me. With three extra pairs I was sure to finish my tests in time. At the last minute the teacher used to tug the test papers from under my hands.
With my father’s second marriage, we (my siblings) acquired three step sisters and a step brother. They were from our step mother’s first husband.
The two elder sisters were fiends in disguise. They made our life a total misery.
To get back at the eldest one, we named her Pisho in Pushto. It means cat. We envisaged her as a cat, (with a cat’s head and claws).
Whenever she was mean, we talked about her, and called her Pisho. This way we put a salve on our hurt feelings. The steps didn’t know Pushto, because they weren’t Pathans like us.
To give her credit she was clever. She asked father one day about the meaning. Father didn’t know that we were calling her Pisho, so she got the meaning.
Our step mother hit the ceiling over it. That was the end of the name.