‘J’ got engaged yesterday, the 19th of June, 2005 with Mathew D’Souza. (She doesn’t have to change her surname after marriage. Lucky bum! ) Seeing her always in smiles makes me so happy that I could cry. When the proposal came, she was really reluctant. I told her to have an open mind and now, she has found in him the person that matches her in mind and in spirit. That leaves me wondering how it would be to go on with life without her.
“Let’s go for the night show (on a Thursday). Let’s go shopping and buy nothing. How do I look? (say something nice). I want to donate blood, come along (at 7pm cos I heard an announcement on the radio). Listen to my story for the 5th time. I am heart broken, why don’t you cook? Eat slowly, I don’t want people staring at me as I demolish this chicken on my plate. It’s raining. Let’s have Ice-cream and walk. Let’s not talk men today. He told me…”
Will all this end to ‘internet zindabaad’ for those nothing-new-to-share-you-take-care mails?
Having learnt how to share every chapter of my life the past few years even without missing any commas, I don’t know how to unlearn them. We don’t have two membership cards for any retail outlet or beauty products.
I hold sweet memories of one starry evening when we had chatted sitting on the steps of St. Patrick’s Church.
We rushed out of our respective jails a little after 5 pm and decided to meet with the enthusiasm of two children wishing to show off new dresses. (It’s always been like this though). We spoke about career growth, job switches (mine), the importance of being financially independent, marriage and about the guys that were presently absent or absently present in our lives (then). It was nice to build castles in the air, to decide to settle in the same city and someday, to take our kids for picnics sans husbands and to talk about ex-boyfriends who couldn’t upgrade themselves to husbands. We almost thought everything would be possible and fate AND men could be chosen anytime.
Mathew is from Mumbai but based in the States. He has no plans of coming back to India in the near future.
Life! It always rises above the floods of silver ignorance.
I am sooo happy but I am soo sad.
For the past few days, I was busy following Madam and being the hanger. She got up on the wrong side of the bed and suddenly decided to wear pink Ghagra-cholli for the engagement. If you saw two girls one like the small “i” and the other its capital counterpart,
they might just be us.
She looked like a princess and I was the bridesmaid. Yeah!!!!
And now, she is wearing diamonds, while my T-Shirt reads, “Boy Chaser…”