"Are you sure about this? And stop beating around the bush. Like hell, you would never want to make plans about marriage. Like what happened to that single classy millionaire sugar Mumma idea?"
"I don't know where to begin from Dimps." It was hard and I was exhausted with all that was happening right now in my life. First of all, it begins with that Mr oldie pants who only knows how to transfer all the problems to my account. Then Ma's health check-up and that tumor. Plus, marriage demands and whatnot!!
"Are you fine?"
"My life is a bowl of cherries!! Don't you worry about me!" Yeah just a few seconds apart from a mental breakdown.
"I'll call you back later ok" I added.
After the call ended, I carried myself to Ma's room. She had dozed off after such a tedious morning. 'So will I now I thought. I bolted to the room and parallelly traveled to my world of music.
- Song -
Lost in your mind
I wanna know
Am I losing my mind?
Never let me goIf this night is not forever
At least we are together
I know I'm not alone
I know I'm not aloneAnywhere, whenever
Apart, but still together
I know I'm not alone
I know I'm not aloneI know I'm not aloneI know I'm not aloneUnconscious mind
I'm wide awake
Wanna feel one last time
Take my pain awayIf this night is not forever
At least we are together
I know I'm not alone
I know I'm not aloneAnywhere, whenever
Apart, but still together
I know I'm not alone
I know I'm not aloneI know I'm not alone
I know I'm not aloneI'm not alone
I'm not alone
I'm not alone (I know I'm not alone)
I'm not alone
I'm not alone
I'm not alone (I know I'm not alone)
These lyrics felt very relatable, at least for me and the artist I suppose. That was a common bond we shared. 'I am not alone' I reminded myself. Self-motivation can be very helpful. You might not know when!
AFTER SOME TIME
"Roohi get ready! Ladke waale are coming betaaa" Ma screamed.
"Ma don't scream. You aren't well. Sit and relax." I calmed her down. She was as usual all worked up.
"How? Kitna kaam hai abhi!"
"Don't worry, Usha aunty is working on it."
"And why aren't you ready till now?" She questioned me.
"Acha thike, ho rahi hu ready."
I wore a baby pink saree which matched my skin. The drape was something to master but social media to the rescue! To be honest I wanted to try on some western outfits but Ma slashed that 'no' sign on my face. "We must learn to embrace our culture and traditions," She told. But I did look good in this saree. 'Thanks, mummy, for changing my mind'
A silver chain seemed to enlighten the combination with the earrings belonging to the same set.
I left my hair open but after a few disagreements with my thoughts, I tucked them in with a cletcher. I looked mesmerizing. I had never spent much time embracing myself or with that me time. Today it hit differently. The fact was that my life was about to change. Felt like now I was about to share myself with someone. These thoughts, my heart, my body, and lastly my soul...with someone? NO BABA!! This idea sent these chills down my spine. I belong to Roohi, I am Roohi's property!! But-
Before I could indulge myself through these thoughts Ma surely did.
"Roohi are you ready?" Called out Ma.
"Ha mummy, coming," I answered back. I was excited and nervous. I had rejected 10 guys! Why was I fearing anxiety? Maybe because I did not have a choice? I knew I had one but not entirely. Earlier I could postpone the word "marriage" as many times as I wanted but now I guess I don't have an option. My happy days are over. Now it is time to become a full-time maid! What if they don't let me work after marriage? What if I become their full-time cook...damn, I don't even know how to cook!! What if that mother-in-law is an evil bitch similar to those serials?
I let out a cry. I want to ease this fear. I hope this is not true. I hope.
With full strength I approached Ma to deny the Rishta as the last call but before I could do anything the bell rang. My heart started bouncing to and fro at a greater velocity than Newton and Einstein could together combine. Zomato must have also been left behind, such as this rapido speed.
"Milkman" Usha aunty announced.
I was sweating my pants, oh shit I mean saree out. Why was this happening to me?!! I never had stage fear. This was just a goodie-old performance!!
"We don't milk Usha!" Ma continued.
I walked down to my room.
"Ma" I called. As she glimpsed, I could make out. She was too stunned to speak.
"You look breathtaking" She smiled and pecked me on my cheeks.
I was a few moments away from weeping my eyes out when there was a bell heard. When Usha aunty opened the door, I could see three figures. I stood there, pacing myself to launch up like a missile to my room. My homie, my buddy.
But I couldn't.
"Go in the room, I'll call you," Ma told.
I agreed not knowing what I was indulging myself into.
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An Arranged Date
Romance'Love Marriage' is something extremely common in my family. My great-grandparents, grandparents, and parents have undergone this so-called ritual, and they have an incoming trust that their posterity will too. But me and love never. This term in my...
