How My Wedding Was Almost Ruined!

How I Almost Ruinned My Wedding!

"You cannot reveal major things in life on the phone."

No, my husband didn't shave his mustache to take part in a dance competition as my partner. But my name is Tani for sure - short for Tanisha.

He and my granddad met in a public bus. Yeah, their story is much more interesting than our love story.

My granddad was awfully tired when he boarded that bus where he first met my to be beau that day. You have to hear my Granddad narrate this story. Anyways, the first thing he tried to locate was Senior Citizen's seat. He narrates it so beautifully, "Chhori, I literally cried when I saw those two old women occupying the seat."

"My heart was broken. I was tired. I was breathless and all the seats were occupied. And when I decided to finally give up and to accept my fate, a fine gentleman offered me his seat."

My granddad was quite impressed with his demeanor to the extent that he proposed him on my behalf. I was so angry at him when he came home with the supposed good news. I lashed out at him, "You don't even have a photo of him, Buwa."

"Will a photo help? You are going to marry a stranger to begin with. What good a photo will do?" He laughed with his fake teeth while he pulled those sarcasm filled rhetorical questions.

"Buwa, I hate you," I lost my temper there.

"I know, child." He, then, burst into a horrible-villain-like-hysterical laughter.

Apparently, they found themselves time to engage in a serious series of conversations that ended up in my Granddad proposing him. When my granddad asked what he does for a living, he apparently offered, "I work in Australia. I have come to Nepal because my parents want me to get married," as an answer. Two most beautiful sentences parents of girls in Nepal want to hear. Who becomes that frank in first conversation--I have come to Nepal because my parents want me to get married blah blah? I was furious at him without even knowing him.

When he came to my house with his parents, you should have seen him then, he didn't even raise his head to have a look at me. I mean I was the girl in the room and he was the one who was feeling uncomfortable. I grind my teeth in disbelief because he was silent throughout the conversation and his parents had to speak for him. I patiently waited, while I continued grinding my teeth in fury, for the right moment--the same let-the-boy-and-girl-introduce-themselves-chhori-show-him-your-room moment.

"What do you do for living?" I asked him as I closed the door of my room behind him.

"I work in Australia," he quickly replied as if he had said it a thousand times. Meanwhile, he scanned my room with a new found confidence as if it was another man that I saw downstairs.

"I am not as naive as my grandfather. I am not going to buy that working in Australia thing. You might be washing dishes there for chrissake."

"Are you Christian?"

"No, I just picked that up from Hollywood movies," I replied.

"Well, I write scripts for movies," he finally set himself on my studying chair.

"Have I watched any of them?"

"Have you watched 'Phony Confessor: An Origin Story'?"

"God, I cried throughout that movie--," I paused to reconsider my review, "--no, you didn't write that."