the chronicles of the Singh's on lane 42 (xii)- Marriage

Days flow like water. They originate at the glaciers (feelings), melt down under the relentless Sun (time) and end in the wide arms of the eternal Ocean (memories). Maya and I have started dating regularly, and by dating I mean only food! At lunch we are usually joined by other colleagues and dinner is usually done outside. Maya doesn’t know how to cook, and my culinary skills have no charms either!

On our last date I gave a set of 50 different bands to tie her hair, along with few roses. “Oh, you are such a “special true” friend…” came the reply with a thousand pauses and an expression similar to Aishwarya’s after she became the Miss World. After every meet a new adjective adorns the noun-friend. This time the adoration was provided by "special true".

Enya is getting married today, and in the red lengha she looks close to a princess. At times I doubt if she was born in my family? I mean, I and dad have typical round faces, prominent nose and small eyes; she on the other hand is as tall as me, a few inches short, and a perfect thin oval face with a thin nose. She has a face for which any man would die for! My mom was beautiful but I am sure never of such breath taking beauty. However, the hazel eyes of Enya are akin to mom’s and remind me of her in very sweet ways.



Maya was amongst the first ones to have come. She was in a pink sari embellished with shining reflecting kadhai. She had sporadic gold bangles amongst pink glass bangles on her right hand and a watch on the other. Her hair were open and for a change were perfectly straight which intermittently revealed silver rhomboid earrings, embedded with jade. It wasn’t until Enya broke into a fit of laughter that I realized I had been staring at Maya for quite some time.



Most of my school and college mates were present to grace the occasion. Manish was silently sitting in a corner and ogling at girls and in certain cases their mothers; Nishith was oscillating between the bar and the food court; Anshul was deep immersed in thoughts of why do the birds chirp; and greatest of all Neeraj and Maanvi had made it. Maanvi had dumped Neeraj and was on the verge of getting engaged before she created a fiasco. She called off her engagement at the D-time when her to-be-husband had the ring in his hands and honeymoon thoughts on his mind; and returned back to Neeraj.

Most of the relatives from both my parents’ side were present, and he was busy entertaining them. The bridegroom is a journalist and can be often sighted in the morning news with Rajdeep Sardesai. He belongs to Uttarakhand and Enya and he were classmates during their mass media graduation classes; and the marriage is going to be as per Haryanvi customs. Enya and Maya could be sighted together talking in low voices, and whenever I popped in the hearing vicinity they would turn mute.