Ashmita adjusted her bindi like a traditional Indian girl. She primped herself to look pretty. She preferred dolling up for the occasion rather than turning her back to it. Everyday she loved asking her father for the “prospective groom” list which he meticulously short listed for her. The planets never seemed to favorably orbit in her astronomical charts making the horoscope highly insular.
When the “maybe” in laws arrived along with the customary goodies, Ashmita’s mom chided her for not having vermilion on her forehead. The party comprised of an elderly woman, an elderly man, a couple who were relatives-with-benefits (you get to stay at their place for free if you ever happen to visit their city of residence). The “maybe” father-in-law was a businessman churning money. The mother-in-law seemed to be a complaisant individual. As Ashmita entered the living room, she mentally judged every individual for their presence.
The “maybe” mother-in-law wanted to have a conversation with Ashmita. After spending an uncomfortable fifteen minutes with no conversations whatsoever with the woman, her father entered with everybody else in the household to chit-chat. The party left quickly after a quick exchange of words. They promised to call the next day after making an informed decision.
Ashmita’s parents’ wanted her to settle down. The family was economically, culturally, religiously affluent. Hence they were the right match for the girl. Nobody cared about the groom involved in this entire process. After all, he was the Mr. Yes Mama boy. A guy who had no self esteem and let his parents choose his life partner, who had a career so that he could get married.
The phone rang the next day in the living room. After a brief conversation, Ashmita’s father spoke to her. He wanted her to lose weight, the timeline being three months. The funniest part of the dialogue was that the father did not consider the time taken by her to put on that weight. After much persuasion, she relented to go to the gym. The father who was against girls going to gym pleaded with her to join one. Her wish was answered indirectly. God answers every prayer, but with his own swag 😛