I have seen many different kinds of people looking to get married. But there was one particular case that I will never forget. A woman stepped into my office one day. With short, jet black straight hair, wheatish complexion ( I never fail to notice in my profession), and striking eyes that felt like they held too many secrets. She looked thin and full of action. She sat down and shot, “I need a groom.
Renu was born in a modest family. Her father owned a kirana while her mother was a housewife. Her younger sister Meenu was still studying in school when Renu was officially approached by Chetan’s family. Chetan’s father was a wealthy owner of a clothing line and his two sons manifested his father’s business acumen. Hence, when Chetan’s parents came ahead with the proposal via a common contact, Renu’s family readily agreed.
The phone rang and Anu answered. It was Rajesh. “Are the kids asleep,?” “Yes, both have slept. Even Jyoti has agreed to stay till 11pm.” “That’s fantastic! I’ll be leaving from office now. Will be there in about half an hour or so.” “OK, I’ll get ready now. " and she hung up. Anu went up to her room to decide what to wear. She selected a fitting red dress that she used to wear so often before.
When the doorbell rang, Sumi called out to her daughter to open the door. Her guests had arrived right on time, but Sumi had yet to squeeze in a bath and a change of attire. She had been so busy in the kitchen since evening the day before preparing for today’s luncheon that she had skipped two consecutive meals and looked like she needed some desperate shut eye. However, the entourage was here and she somehow managed to set her hair with greasy hands, adjusted her pallu and came out to greet the Shahs.
Sarah felt extremely nauseous, and couldn’t eat even a morsel without gagging. She called up her office and informed her boss that she wouldn’t be able to make it to office today. Her boss excused her, but told her to cover up her meetings on Saturday, as she had yet to finish her monthly sales target. She reluctantly agreed, but there was no choice. Now with the baby coming along, there was no way she could lose this job.
Shagufta returned from her bookstore today, to see little Razia watching her favorite cartoon late in the night. She glanced at the clock. It was 10.30. She was late again today. “Razia, it is too late beta. Why aren’t you in bed?” “Sorry ammi, I wanted to have dinner with you.” “What? You haven’t had dinner? Didn’t Kanu maushi make dinner? " “I don’t know, ammi. I didn’t check. I wasn’t hungry.
Shagufta looked at the time chiselled face in the mirror. She smiled. Fine wrinkles appeared around the corners of her eyes and lips. She stood reminiscing the time when Sameer would never leave the house without a peck on them. “You look so beautiful, I could stare endlessly,” he would say, and she would laugh at his expressive flamboyance. She remembered how she was shattered when the doctors said he couldn’t be saved.