It was almost midnight and as usual, there was no cab available around the airport. I pulled out my phone to book a cab online. For my panic, I glanced almost ten missed calls from my mother, I got scared and directly phoned my ma but she didn't acknowledge me, I got anxious and my heart plopped out. I shortly reserved a taxi from the online application on the phone and it took nearly fifteen minutes to catch up with the destination. We immediately drove towards my house, the wide highway was peaceful and the chill was fluttering on the window glass. The moment I arrived at my flat, I flung a hundred rupees note and before the motorist could have refunded back the change I went on running to my flat. As my lodging is on the first floor I generally prefer steps rather than the elevator. without ruining a second I hauled on and ran off to ring the doorbell. My ma opened the door and I apparently noticed a slight smile on her face, I clutched her and inquired if she was okay and the purpose for all those ten phone calls which I skipped. She laughed and sat on an aged wooden chair lecturing me to join her. I was however troubled and wished to understand if everything was alright. I stepped quietly and stood by her side, she pulled my hand and kissed on my forehead.
I learned something suspicious was happening and not often my mother used to pamper me without any intentions. I stared into her eyes in an urge to get explanations to all my questions. She muttered, " I found an excellent match for you" She is Bengali and looks quite beautiful".
Not again Ma, I explained to you and Baba that I am not interested in these arranged weddings and is this the time to discuss weddings? It's already too late and I am exhausted, I answered back angrily.
But, what's wrong in arranged marriages? I like her and she is of the similar cast as well, expressed she.
Oh, Ma! Why do you need me to get wedded so soon? Am I not happy? Or do I put on any problem? Let's end this conversation for a while, reacted I.
Next dawning I got up about ten, baba had already left for his shop and my ma was sitting next to the little chapel of the lawn.
I stepped down the notches and wished her good morning but I didn't receive any answer. I realised that she was quite mad at the previous night conversation. I prevented her and headed back to the living room and switched on the TV to play some melodies. I reclined there to relax while I saw my mom coming along with a priest (pastor), she invited him to settle on the old sofa nearby and took off to fetch some water. I stood clueless, I...