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Romancing a Wedding!
As usual the alarm blares into my ears exactly at six o'clock and I as usual bong its head at which it jolts upside down. Twisting and twirling in my bed as usual for about ten minutes I get up for ablutions. As usual my mother hands over to me a flavoured hot cup of coffee with her usual grievancing question, 'When are you going to get married?' I gently stroke her head at the back and reply as usual, 'When I find a girl of your nature ma!' As usual she continues with her kitchen work murmuring, 'Years are running out. You don't allow us to look for one, neither do you pick one. Won't I be curious to have a daughter figure at home and to soon dote on my grandchild? You may be an extraordinary kid but I am a normal woman'; saying so, she dabs her tears with the tip of her saree. My bespectacled father who is reading the newspaper seated near a window in the hall as usual raises his voice, 'Every morning I get fed of this matter. Why don't you pay heed to your mother's wish? and why don't you stop bothering him everyday with this monotonous monologue?' As usual, I escape to terrace for my workout.
The dark grey clouds condense to start a light drizzle. ‘O no!’ I regret. How would I do my exercise today? I am used to exercising exactly at the centre of the terrace. I make a survey of the surroundings without much interest. Oh what do I see here… just a flash of fresh face… but I don’t see now.
I rush to the right-hand corner and peep into the neighbour’s terrace. A more than okay figure in a half-saree dries her wet hair standing in a shady corner near the door of the terrace. She faces down with her long spread of curls let loose in front. When will she lift her face? How good will her features be? I start pondering. I have, in all my five years of regular morning exercise, not seen a lass like this. I don’t mind waiting to catch a glimpse of the girl’s face. I am unable to get distracted from this sight.
Oh, My beauty!
Your waves of tress
Patterns of melody
in my void heart!
with the glow of your face!
upon a pretty you!
Have I found the girl myself? Is she meant for me? This is how it goes in the movies I have seen. Are my mother’s wishes going to get realized so fast? What a terrific feel this is! What if I like this girl once she raises her head? Will it be love at first sight for both of us? What thrill passes through my just-now-weak veins! Will she develop a liking for me? Or is it going to be one-sided? What if she is headstrong and sneers at me? What if she does not like me? What if she is good but committed? What if she rejects my proposal? What if I do not like her and she starts following me? What if she threatens me to marry? What if I deny? What if my mother compels me?
It is better not to see her, I decided. Maybe I can leave the option of selection to my parents. What if she is dominant and tears me away from my parents? Who will take care of them during their old-age? Don’t we see this too in films?
I looked at the sky for God’s help. The drizzling continued heavily. I shook my nervous self and rushed to bathe all my apprehensions away. Dining fast, I muttered my disapproval for marriage and rushed to office.