“Sam, talk to me.”
“Mom, I am fine, now., just- let it go.” I said to her.
She looked disturbed as she stared at me getting ready. Well, after that brief and incredibly stupid bout of honesty that had slipped out of my tongue against my will, I decided that I had had enough of it for a while. And also, it was pointless to be discussed further, and anyway, I was excited.
My cousin’s marriage was tonight and damn it, I was so excited for it.
Why? Because first of all, marriages are awesome due to the following reasons.
a> we girls can dress up, baby!
b> The colors and the celebrations are too awesome to think about.
c> It’s a parent consented permission to stay up all night.
d> Meeting new people becomes the new normal over there; sometimes even pretty awesome people.
e> Our Punjabi weddings- the best thing ever
f> All of a sudden, long lost family friends who had disappeared off to foreign countries turn up looking like models of GQ Magazine, enough said.
Ergo, marriages are made for fun loving creatures like me.
“Are you sure? Honey, I don’t want you to think that your past would ever affect your present let alone your future.”
“I know. I was just- thinking of it- Mom it got over three hours ago, stop stressing of it.”
“The thing is, Sam, you never talk of it, so when you do, I need you to let it go fully.”
“There is no need” I said airily. “I am fine now.”
She sighed in exasperation but helped me with my lehnga anyway. Didn’t she see why I couldn’t tell her? Mom and Dad had been exceptional enough on giving us a whole new life along with a new family who treat us as their own, and talking of the past was not the way to be grateful. It was my baggage and telling it to them would just hurt them.
“Are you sure?”
“Mrs. Kapoor, I cant say yes again, my jaw hurts!”
She grinned. “Fine, snarky comments are back, so you are okay.”
“Glad you got it.”
“Why are you so excited to go to this marriage again?”
“You know me. Marriages are for happy people, like me.”
“You would make me happier if you get married.”
“Then I would no longer be happy.”
“What if you married someone you like?”
“Where are you going with this?”
“In the right direction” she smirked.
“No, its in the wrong direction- I don’t have a boyfriend for the 100000th time.”
“Well, there is always arranged marriage-”
“Tell me you told that by the slip of the tongue.” It was universally acknowledged that my Mom hated the whole ‘arranged marriage’ ordeal. Of course, if the particular person didn’t fall in love for eternity, chucking their names into Marriage websites would be the only options. But I had a feeling that Mom would rather have me around forever than do that.
She laughed. “Fine, it was a desperate attempt to get you interested in your OWN marriage.”
“No marriage talks mom, not now.” I said, fixing my make up.
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