“Is he kidding?” Aditi thought.
“He probably doesn’t know what he’s saying” she thought again. “He must be borraccha!”
“But men speak the truth when they’re drunk !”
“We’ve never even met. What if he doesn’t find me attractive enough?” asked she
“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, girl … You never know !”
“I look like a hippo. He looks like … Ummmm watchamacallit…thin and tall .. like a giraffe maybe?”
“Hippo weds Giraffe .. Ha ha ! He deserves something better! How can I be a good match ?”
What was it worth ? She wondered. Why had she even agreed to marry without buying enough time?
A year and a half back, she got married. Her’s was a typical Indian arranged marriage . One of those where the parents of the bride and groom “fix” their wedding. Where bride and groom meet only about six or seven times before they tie the knot. The kinds where they start talking to each other only after they’re engaged to each other, being bound by the groom’s family “tradition” . Her parents gladly took up all the expenses to buy their princess and her new family whatever was needed to help her settle down “in a new family”.They adored her.
Why is the cage slipping down all of a sudden?? Oh, it looks like we’re going to be landing soon !! Finally! I can’t wait to get out of this cage!! Oh… by the way.. I’m Gabbar. I’m an Indian dog , and belong to the dachshund breed . You know..the short, stout kinds? My master Ravi moved with his family to Dubai. Some city in UAE. Ravi is married to Riya. They also have a son Nitin who I consider to be my best friend. Nitin and I are of the same age. We’re like brothers . Best friends . Like Calvin and Hobbes. I love pouncing on him and licking him all over when he comes back from school.
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?
Dreams for sale!! A dream fulfilled for 10 bucks or less!!
How nice it would be….. pay a little… and all dreams fulfilled…
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