Sannidhi Murthy is a matchmaker. She swears she is one from the time she was just a baby. You can ask her aunt and uncle for details if you want. After all, she brought them together.
She sets up all of her friends with their 'perfect partners'. And...
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Sannidhi
I hear a ping from my phone on the table notifying I have received another message. I resist the urge to rush towards it and check if it is from Sushanth, my ex-boyfriend whom I still hadn't heard anything from past 5 weeks.
Turns out I had a lot of free time when I wasn't busy arguing with him about why I did not comment on his latest Instagram post as soon as he posted or why I did comment on a post because now, all of his family is going to see it.
You could never win with him.
So, I finished reading a few books that had been on my TBR for a really long time, sketched a few designs, updated my portfolio, binge watched a lot of k dramas and started growing a few plants in my balcony.
I was now in my room, drawing a super complicated mehndi design on my grandmother's palm for the coming Deepavali (Diwali) festival.
"...your Vishal uncle then took a wailing you from Aruni's hands. You had already turned blue from holding your breath for so long. Poor Aruni did not know what was wrong. She was worried you had swallowed something. Vishal made sure nothing was in your throat then rubbed your tiny tummy to make you release the gas you had in your stomach then rocked you slowly..." my grandmother was telling me the story of how my uncle met my aunt through me story for the ten millionth time.
"That is so weird knowing my uncle made me release gas" I say drawing a cute flower pattern I know she likes.
"Why is that weird? That is normal. He is a doctor and now a father to your cousins." She says slightly smacking my head.
"Ow" I rub my head. "What about periods and menstruation? Shouldn't boys know about that too?" I ask.
"They know" grandma says.
"Does Eshaan know?" I dig deeper knowing she would avoid taking about this topic with her grandson.
"He is only 11. He will learn it in the future." She says in a dismissive tone.
"I was 11 when I had my first period too and I had no idea what was happening. I thought I was going to die, if not for a random boy who helped me." I say recalling easily the most traumatising moment of my life.
I cringe even now remembering how I thought I was going to die after noticing the blood on my thigh.
"But 11 is a little too young for him to know this stuff, Sannidhi. We will tell him when he turns a little older okay? Now concentrate. I want the design to come out really good. Last year, your cousin Namitha did my mehndi and it got ruined very soon. That's why this year, I came to you, my favourite granddaughter, my little cupid. Anyway, you were always so fussy. Wouldn't sleep, wouldn't eat. So, Aruni would take you straight to the hospital..." my grandma continued dodging the menstruation and grandson topic entirely. I made a mental note to teach Eshaan about this during the rare times we act like good siblings.
