Mrs. Superterrestrial - Alien Interactions With A Desi Twinge

Having a rough day at work?

Feeling a tad bit low today?

This light read should crack you up a bit and bring a smile on your face.

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Mrs. Superterrestrial

When recognition comes, but all the way from outer space... 

In the dim light of dawn that filled my bedroom, I could see the silhouettes of a bunch of figures huddled closely behind the long white curtains, hung over the windows. I could feel mysterious green eyes gazing at me through the thin curtain fabric—or rather, gazing right through me.

I mustered all the courage to quietly step out of bed and walk to the curtains when, in a flash of lightning, one of the figures stepped forward and approached me. Before I could scream my lungs out, it covered my mouth with a skinny hand and looked into my eyes. In a few moments, I could hear a voice in my head.

"Fear not, Mrs. Seth. We are the inhabitants of planet Z, and your fans from outer space. We mean no harm, I promise."

"Aliens, huh? But you guys usually land in the US, don't you?" I thought to myself, half-amused, half-confused.

"Not this time though," it communicated telepathically.

"What? Did you just read my mind?" I blurted out loudly this time, completely taken aback.

"Yes, I just did. We are skilled at reading minds. And after years of study, we have even managed to master some of your human languages," added the voice.

"Wow! That's amazing! So why are you in my house, exactly?" I asked bluntly, hoping the alien doesn't box my ears.

"It's a long story. Let's save the details for next time. As a part of an important scientific study, we have been conducting a reality show, 'Every Planet's Got Talent' for the past seven years on our planet to create awareness among our people about life on other planets in the universe. 

It was an amazing initiative to make education entertaining and more fun. This time it's all about Earth. After a period of extensive satellite study, we nominated some of the amazing talents we had observed from Earth and requested our people to vote for the best of the lot. The winner of the show will be crowned "Mr./ Mrs. Superterrestrial" and granted a free entry pass to our planet."

"What? Reality show? Seriously! Aren't you guys in any way different from us? How disappointing!" I shook my head in disapproval.

The alien seemed disheartened but continued, "Please let me explain. After years of keen observation, we have been amazed by the capabilities and powers of moms like you, in particular. We have been amazed by your skills and natural talents. So, after several rounds of screening, we had managed to shortlist a group of ten. We're privileged to let you know that you were a hot favorite among the ten and won the contest in flying colors, securing the highest number of votes and setting a new record," said the voice.

"Ugh! I don't understand," I managed to stutter.

This definitely sounded like Greek and Latin to me.

"Let me show you something," said the alien reassuringly and handed me a device that looked like a new generation digital tablet.

With a swipe of a finger, a video played on the screen.

"Oh! I voted for Mrs. Seth. I admire her so much," said one alien in an excited tone.

"Absolutely. She is a rockstar. I wish I could be like her," squeaked his partner.

"What do you love about Mrs. Seth?" asked the interviewer.

"Oh, there are a whole lot of things. She is perfect at multi-tasking and her skills are so impressive. She moves like a whirlwind from dawn to dusk, managing her home and her job perfectly."

"Ah! I remember there was a time, when she had to attend an important official call in the morning. She was feeding her school-going son on one side, shushing her baby and rocking her to sleep, while cutting vegetables for lunch and sipping on her coffee while on mute."

"She is damn cool. You remember how she repaired a faulty TV remote with a smack on the back of her palm? That was sheer genius."

"I loved the way she managed a bunch of guests who visited her unexpectedly while she was in the midst of a project demo. She made her son watch out and call her every time someone addressed her in the meeting. She would join in, excusing herself and apologizing for poor connectivity and bad weather."

The video went on and on, and I could feel my cheeks warming up and turning a deep red.

Gosh! I couldn’t believe it—I was blushing!

"Mrs. Seth, you are a star on our planet already. People love you and idolize you for all that you are and for all that you do. We're lucky to have met you in person and expressed our heartfelt admiration for you. Thank you for inspiring us," replied the voice.

I was speechless and deeply touched, feeling my eyes well up and a tear or two trickling down my hot cheeks.

"Finally, people like me get seen, heard, and above all valued. Thank you for the honor. Thank you from the bottom of my heart," I said, overwhelmed by emotions.

I glanced up at my grandad's picture on the wall.

"There. I've finally made you proud," I communicated telepathically, hoping the message wouldn't be lost during transmission.

The alien handed me a trophy and said, "Congratulations, Mrs. Seth. You are undoubtedly, 'Mrs. Superterrestrial.'"

"Aww... Thank you... Thank you... Thank you so much!" I blurted out, clutching my trophy.

"Hey!! Come on, now. Are you daydreaming again?? Put that bedside lamp down and wake up! I'm running late to the office already!" shouted my husband.

"Mom, I can't find my sock!" yelled my son.

"Bwaaaah....." cried my baby from her crib.

"Where is my coffee and my newspaper?" called out my father-in-law.

"Madam, what should I cook for breakfast?" I could hear my house-help calling out from the kitchen.

The cacophony of voices shook me out of my trance and I opened my eyes.

I saw my reflection staring back at me from the mirror on the dresser—clad in PJs, clutching the bedside lamp and hugging it tightly, with a look of triumph on my face, and a small belief somewhere deep down, that I was the 'Superterrestrial' who could even attract aliens from outer space.

Yes, indeed.

I shall proudly proclaim on behalf of every woman of my kin who feels me,

I am the uncrowned, 

'Mrs. Superterrestrial'.