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4 On The Way To Daisy

After a few hours in the car, we reached the location, the house of the Daisy. We took a few extra hours to reach because my mom said some kinds of stuff to collect before going into somebody's house. It was a ritual kind or something, perhaps I had no idea, but they say, you should never go empty hands in one's house. So, on the way, I got down to pick some sweets and other essential things which were required. We went to the finest sweet shop, the notable one, "Haldiram". It is widely famous all over India for its rich varieties and deliciousness. If I begin to say, I love Phirni, Kheer Sagar, and Rasmalai. These are my favourites, so I just asked the man in the shop to pack all of them but then my mom knocked on my shoulders. I turned back.

"Is it your birthday, my son?"

"No" I replied.

" So why pack these?" She asked.

"Coz you asked me to do that. Isn't it?"

"Yes I did, but I didn't tell you to pack your best-loved."

"I know nothing except these," I replied slipping my hands into my pocket. She looked dashed. Next moment I found her cancelling whatever I chose. She packed three sweet boxes, well decorated and embellished with gold colour foil and as usual, she chose her favourites like "Kaju Katli, Son Papri, Gulab Jamun". I scoffed off.

"Don't you think it's too much for just three people?"

"Too much! All I am wondering if we should take one more box.." I frowned and then there she packed one more box full of chocolates. I asked if this was for any baby, and she said it was for that Daisy. This was nothing new, almost 90% of the girls are fond of chocolates. I got slightly triggered by my Mom's sudden attraction for a girl whom she had seen, somewhere in childhood and now she was choosing everything she adored but in my case, she simply declined.

"Who is she?" I thought for a while because I never saw my mom getting so bewitched by a girl she never talked to or meet. With such a reaction of mom, I lost in thoughts about, what if she forcefully push me into this so-called arrange marriage, imprisoning me for a lifetime to someone I really don't know. I clearly told her in the morning that I might participate in this process but I would never say yes. "Do not expect that I will submit, I am not roadside Romeo who would choose a woman out of blue." I made myself candidly clear but she showed no ounce of reaction to my statement.

Geez! I am Samarth Gupta, the royal Samarth Gupta. Girls faint when they see me. They die to spend time with me. I recalled the days in my college when a lot of girls would talk about my charisma, my style, my eyes, and my psyche. They all were mad at me. I used to be the hottest discussion among them. It was no doubt to say, I was very popular, yet I never had a girlfriend. Because no one attracted me that much, they were just butterflies, come and fly. Samarth Gupta does not need to run after a butterfly of varied colors.

All I need is a firefly, the glow of my heart, the light of my life. A girl of refreshing candour and genteel manners but not a clumsy, ungainly young girl, unworthy of my objectives and emotions.

I did not know how this idea of suddenly getting married .....theme just entered my mother's brain. Weeks back she was just enjoying herself with my dad, some neighbourhood gossip kept her entertained with their chilly news about each other.

I was damn sure she got inspired by some overdramatic, over-acting melodrama and total paranoid soap operas. This daily soap had now become boredom, a disaster, and a disturbing element day by day. They have destroyed the mental peace of every woman in the house. My innocent mom was one of those victims. She got mesmerized by the things those serials show, the supreme level decoration of the mansion, high fancy wedding dresses, tantrums of the girls and bride, and a last-moment missing bride is a compulsory part.