When I first met her...
Dad sent me the pic of her. That is the first time I saw her. At that moment I felt that she was the one with whom I can spend my life. Her innocence, her charm, her eyes, the way of putting herself shows the confidence and how much she has endured in her life, attracts me towards her. People will always look for the physical beauty, and I am also none other than the crowd but somehow I wasn't much attracted towards the physical beauty rather I was able fathoming her inner beauty from the picture, it might be because of my silliness or might be because I was bit mature. I was so spell bounded after seeing her picture but I don't want to show my zest to dad, it might be because somewhere in my mind something telling me that she deserved much more than me. I said yes to Dad casually, although I ask for her birth date and birth time so that I can check our kundali before our parents because I so wanted to know whether we have any future together or not as the Kundali was the main deciding factor for our marriage.
Luckily, Kundali Matched.
The next thing I know I got a call from Nani that we are going to her place to meet her and her parents. It’s like dream come true but again I don't want to show my enthusiasm to anyone but I was overwhelmed that I am going to meet her soon.
Every day I was waiting for the day just like striking days off in the calendar and finally, the day comes. I tried to remain calm and casual, but still not able to maintain my inner happiness. I wore my favorite shirt and after Nani's insist, I wore the blazer.
Finally, we reached her home and heading towards her home. On the pathway, children from windows at second floor checking me whether I am good for her Bua, but my eyes were looking for her one glimpse. After having lunch, my mother in law called Roma to meet us. My eyes stuck at door and started imagining her what she will be like. I was expecting a shy girl will enter from that door with the tray of snacks, she must be very nervous about this whole meeting and the question going to shoot over her from strangers so that they can decide whether she is good enough for their home and for their son. She must have been gone through the list of things from her mom and relatives or the checklists the things to do or not to do, what to say what not to. I never understand this tradition where relatives make a girl so conscious about the whole meeting that makes her nervous and she can't be herself.
Nevertheless, my eyes were waiting for her, but rather her so many women comes in the room like water flooding the swimming pool, but in the end, she enters the room and she is nothing like I saw her in the picture.
Man, she so beautiful, so confident, structured and so balanced. She was not at all nervous or shy and now I am little embarrassed because of my prejudice image of her. She was wearing the purple saari with very little makeup, I think she only had touch up. She looks like an angel emerging from an orchid flower with an astonishing glow on her face, it looks like God bestowed her with all beauty.
Dad and mom asked few questions about her profession, and she answered so confidently without any hesitation that reflects the knowledge she has in her area of expertise and that impressed me a lot and I am feeling little low, I wish I could be like her.
Our parents ask us to leave the room and have a small conversation in private so that we can know each other little bit, although in such small time we were not able to know much at least we can share our views. I don’t know what to say or what to ask or how to break the ice between us as my mom and her brother also present in the room. She broke the ice between us and ask the hobbies and all Orthodox question between any couples. I was scared to ask anything new, so I just repeated her question to her, at least I am not looking a fool in front of her. But I had only question in mind at that time and with all courage, I asked her “In future, I might need to shift to USA for my work, are you willing to shift with me leaving your parents in India”. I was waiting for her answer, not sure what she was going to answer but I was hoping she said Yes for that and when she agrees on the same, I can't explain my joy and but casually node on her response.
Now the time comes to go back to Delhi, but I want to have the last glimpse of her before going back actually I want to take her picture in my eyes. I asked her brother for washroom as I know their washroom is behind the room where we were seated. I crossed the room and saw her smiling and talking to her cousin. I couldn't keep off my eyes from her until the washroom comes up. I wish time stops there and I could look her forever smiling, laughing.
Luckily, Kundali Matched.
The next thing I know I got a call from Nani that we are going to her place to meet her and her parents. It’s like dream come true but again I don't want to show my enthusiasm to anyone but I was overwhelmed that I am going to meet her soon.
Every day I was waiting for the day just like striking days off in the calendar and finally, the day comes. I tried to remain calm and casual, but still not able to maintain my inner happiness. I wore my favorite shirt and after Nani's insist, I wore the blazer.
Finally, we reached her home and heading towards her home. On the pathway, children from windows at second floor checking me whether I am good for her Bua, but my eyes were looking for her one glimpse. After having lunch, my mother in law called Roma to meet us. My eyes stuck at door and started imagining her what she will be like. I was expecting a shy girl will enter from that door with the tray of snacks, she must be very nervous about this whole meeting and the question going to shoot over her from strangers so that they can decide whether she is good enough for their home and for their son. She must have been gone through the list of things from her mom and relatives or the checklists the things to do or not to do, what to say what not to. I never understand this tradition where relatives make a girl so conscious about the whole meeting that makes her nervous and she can't be herself.
Nevertheless, my eyes were waiting for her, but rather her so many women comes in the room like water flooding the swimming pool, but in the end, she enters the room and she is nothing like I saw her in the picture.
Man, she so beautiful, so confident, structured and so balanced. She was not at all nervous or shy and now I am little embarrassed because of my prejudice image of her. She was wearing the purple saari with very little makeup, I think she only had touch up. She looks like an angel emerging from an orchid flower with an astonishing glow on her face, it looks like God bestowed her with all beauty.
Dad and mom asked few questions about her profession, and she answered so confidently without any hesitation that reflects the knowledge she has in her area of expertise and that impressed me a lot and I am feeling little low, I wish I could be like her.
Our parents ask us to leave the room and have a small conversation in private so that we can know each other little bit, although in such small time we were not able to know much at least we can share our views. I don’t know what to say or what to ask or how to break the ice between us as my mom and her brother also present in the room. She broke the ice between us and ask the hobbies and all Orthodox question between any couples. I was scared to ask anything new, so I just repeated her question to her, at least I am not looking a fool in front of her. But I had only question in mind at that time and with all courage, I asked her “In future, I might need to shift to USA for my work, are you willing to shift with me leaving your parents in India”. I was waiting for her answer, not sure what she was going to answer but I was hoping she said Yes for that and when she agrees on the same, I can't explain my joy and but casually node on her response.
Now the time comes to go back to Delhi, but I want to have the last glimpse of her before going back actually I want to take her picture in my eyes. I asked her brother for washroom as I know their washroom is behind the room where we were seated. I crossed the room and saw her smiling and talking to her cousin. I couldn't keep off my eyes from her until the washroom comes up. I wish time stops there and I could look her forever smiling, laughing.
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