Evil Twin

Prompt: The Daily Topic: "How would you greet yourself? Write about your alter ego, your long-lost clone, or your evil twin as if he/she was a person you could meet on the street."

Instead of writing about my evil twin, I am going to write about a meeting with my mother’s evil twin.

This is a very old story, about 25 years back. I still remember I was very small, around 4-5 years old. The impact of the meeting was so strong that till date I shudder when I remember it.

It was evening time and the mothers were as usual catching up on the daily gossip, while the children played in the park. I was accompanied by my servant that day as my mother was busy with household chores. While playing, I ran off to a spot, away from my friends. Maybe that was just a part of the game, I don’t remember now. I saw a lady who looked like my mother. She was calling me. She looked so much like my mom, I went to her without telling my servant. The only best thing that happened to me that day was that I could still see my house from where I was standing. As I went closer to my mom’s evil twin, and I am rightly saying evil, I realized she was doing something funny. She was rotating her hands round and round like the movement of a wheel. I found that funny, though it could have been a way to hypnotize me. Ironically, she was wearing a saree which was very similar to a print my mom had. This was also one of the reasons that I had actually walked towards her. I began to say something, but she was saying only one thing – COME! As if she was trying to pull me towards her. By God’s grace, I heard someone call me. I looked the other way and saw my mom calling out to come back home. I was perplexed. Not knowing what was truly happening at that time, I turned around and simply ran to my real-life mom and hugged her tightly. I told her about the other lady. But when she looked out, there was no one there. Considering that I was small, she thought it was just something else I might have seen, and she left the topic.

Till date, when I think about it, I wonder who she was. Was she someone with just another face like my mom’s as they say that there are 7 people in the world who have the same face (don’t ask me who is they, I have probably heard it somewhere); or was she a witch (though I know there are no witches), who was trying to hypnotize me and take me to a place unknown. But I know for sure that she had the same face like my mom but with a starkly different personality. I thank God whenever I think about this experience.  For these reasons, it is always explained to kids to just not walk off with anyone unknown. A good lesson learnt the bad way.