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When I was done eating . I looked at the wall clock .It was claiming half past ten .Where was Tsar  ? I thought of calling on his cellphone but pushed that idea off my mind . I walked to the balcony . Breathing fresh air would calm my nerves even if it polluted my respiratory system!

Tsar and I were neighbors once .  He was an  Anglo-Indian .  My mother hated his family for two reasons one being that they were former enemies of Early independent India and the other being their food habits particularly the pork dish .

"We never knew , you both were in love .You two never actually exchanged words with each other in society functions or even being neighbors." My sister expressed her surprise which was ultimately a surprise for all . We were a talk in our society again for two reasons one being about an Indian Hindu girl marrying an Anglo- Indian and the latter being that fact that the same girl married before her two elder sisters .

My sisters have always been fussy about everything .

Ritu akka wanted french fries with chilly lava sauce .

Mani akka wanted french fires with tomato ketchup .

I would have French fries with anything or I would even do without any dibs .

Next, Ritu akka wanted her husband to be fair in color , with good figure salary and a working mother .

Mani akka wanted her husband to  work  in the same company she worked in , spoke German  and six feet tall in height .

Prospective in-laws entered and exited our house . My sisters always found a fault in them . 

Being six years younger than Mani akka and nine years than Ritu akka .I was kept out if the meets .

Then was the time I realized the fact that waiting for a perfect boy with a slender nose , shiny eyes and a cooking expert for my sisters  would be difficult for me . Because out of all the time wasting I'll only get a brother -in-law . So that was it . 



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