There is always something special about a woman wearing a saree. As a man I think a girl looks prettiest when she wears a saree and lets her hair loose.
Sitting at a table alone I was just staring at her. She was sitting few table over, also alone staring at the stage and smiling.
I did not want to attend this wedding I didn't even know who's wedding it was. My family had forced me to come and I reluctantly had agreed. But now that I see this beautiful girl I think it was a good decision to come.
Suddenly a hand rested on my shoulder and my grand man sat on a chair next to me. I think she had seen me gawking at the girl earlier. So, she smiled and asked.
"Pasand aaye?"
[Do you like her?]
"What?" I tried to act innocent but my grandma knew better.
"That girl over there in the violet saree, you have been staring at her from the past hour or so. Don't you think I did not see?"
She smirked looking at me. My grandma was smart and she knew everyone in our family better than we knew ourselves.
"Bass dekhta he rahiga ya baat bhe karega jaa ke?"
[will you just stare or go are you planning to go and talk to her?]
I smiled and looked down she got up and walked away the girl was still there and I had no clue if she was from the bride's side or the groom's.
As I was busy looking at her, I noticed my grandma causally walking up to her table and sitting next to her in a chair.
Way to go grandma, she started talking to the girl and suddenly the girl along with my grandma turned and looked at me. What the hell did my grandma tell the girl. Sometime later my grandma walked away from the girl's table and I saw the girl getting up and walking towards me.
She stood in front of my table and asked.
"Main bheithu idhar?"
[Can I sit here?] pointing at an empty chair at my table.
Wow she was even prettier up close, she had long hair which she had tied in a bun of some sorts. Her violet saree was transparent and I could see her waits and navel clearly through the fabric. Her blouse was low cut from the front and in the back, it was just tied by two strings attached on the opposite end of the string.
I couldn't stop staring even now.
"Are you going to just stare or even talk?" she said snapping my attention to her face,
She wasn't fair had wheatish skin, but her eyes were perfect almond shaped with kohl lining the waterline.
"Tum q nahi aaye apni dadi ko q bheja. Kab se dekh rahi hu ghure ja rahe ho muje. Himmat nahi thee kya samna se bat karne ke?"
[why did you not come? Instead, you sent your grandma. Since sometime mi observing you staring at me did you not have the guts to come and talk to me?]
She asked and I had no words.
"That's not the case I did not want to make you feel awkward by just approaching you. As we don't know each other." I was just being polite, or was I?
This time she turned and looked at me.
"You know what's weird, when you are here to attend your cousins wedding and some random aunty approaches your parents with the Rishta of a guy who you don't know who you have never met. And expects you to say yes."
"Since past 5 days I have gotten marriage proposals from three guys none of whom I know or care to know. Worst part is all these guys are perfect on paper have good jobs, descent salary, good family background well educated have houses of their own. My parents expect me to choose one of them. But how can I when I don't even know them. Its better of a guy approaches a girl directly rather than his family approaching hers. At least I can reject the guy upfront without getting our families involves."
