Ever since he was left heartbroken by his ex-fiancée, merely a month before their wedding, Josh Stark prefers to stay away from anything and everything related to weddings. But as bad luck would have it, he is asked to be the best man on his best fr...
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There are times in your lives which are supposed to be the happiest moments of your life and which are supposed to bring joy that can't be matched to anything else, and when you are high with happiness in those moments, you tend to mess up a few things. Maybe not everybody, but I definitely do that, quite a lot.
As I was rushing towards the café where my best friend was waiting for me, I couldn't help but recall one such moment of my life, the moment whose aftermaths I was currently facing.
My family dinners were anything to be happy about. In simple words they were just pain in the ass. But it was the announcement that my brother, Neil, had made that night that had me dancing happily for the next five minutes. He had proposed to his girlfriend, Ashmita and obviously she had agreed to marry him.
My parents had the same look on their face that they had when Neil had become a heart surgeon. It was that big a moment! Obviously, it would have been because my perfect brother had found the most perfect girl for him, who herself was a doctor.
Five minutes later, my parents had turned their 'not so welcomed' attention towards me, making me stop dancing and press my lips in a grimace. "Amara," my mother had started in a tone I so well knew, "-what about you, sweety?"
"What about me? I'd be dancing in my brother's wedding!" I had grinned and my brother had chuckled at my reply. We had high fived each other, trying to be oblivious of the impending questions and disappointed glances coming my way.
I knew I was about to go downhill for the five hundred and seventy eighth time in my life, when my mother asked, "Will you be bringing a date on the wedding?"
And just for the sake of not messing up the one dinner I was so happy at, I had smiled and told my parents, "Okay, it's new but I'm getting to know a doctor back in New York. I just wanted to tell you guys once we get serious, but since this question came up, I'm telling you." This was obviously a big fat lie and I had no idea from where it came up.
But my parents didn't know that. All they did was look skeptically at me for a few seconds and asked, "What's his name?"
"I told you, I'll introduce you guys only if everything is good between us. We are just getting to know each other, and if all goes well, I'll definitely bring him to the wedding." Sometimes, I even surprised myself with how perfectly I could lie at anybody's face.
My parents had smiled at me, and then my dad had put across one fact that mattered equally to him, "We hope he is an Indian."
With a tight smile, I had answered, "Hundred percent Indian!"
