Author : SARATH VARGHESE
Company : TATA ELXSI
Email : email@example.com
I met a girl at a wedding. Wait! That’s not how my story begins! I’m sorry! Once I went to one of my cousin’s wedding. She was 19 years old and had no idea who her groom was?! Well, this is slightly an exaggeration because she knew his name, his occupation and his age. He was 28. 28?! He was too bald to be 28. Anyway, she seemed to be happy. So, I am happy for her. I reached there the evening before the wedding day. I met a lot of people who asked me if I knew them. I said, ‘I didn’t’. That was little tough to say “I don’t know you” to almost everyone you meet. But I managed. My cousin Nithya, had two brothers. The younger one Nivin was in 10th standard and Nithin was of my age (I am not telling you my age). As I was entering the house, I saw Nivin leaving for church. I asked him where Nithin was. He told that he was upstairs. I met my uncle, aunty and the bride. She was trying out her new ornaments for wedding. She was pretty. I told her that. I’m not sure whether she heard me, as there were a lot of comments about the ornaments. Please note that I said specifically “Ornaments”. I felt so unimportant and uninvited. So I decided to go upstairs and have a little chit chat with Nithin.
I went upstairs. His room was filled with his friends. I had a preliminary introduction with everyone. I felt alienated in that room too. So, I retreated to the unmanned next room. It was Nivin’s room. I started reading stories from his books. After a while Nivin came upstairs and saw me reading his books. “Don’t read them” he said.
”I got nothing else to do here. If there are any love letters in these books, you can take it and give back the books. Don’t punish me for being here for your sister’s wedding”.
“I got nothing like that in there. And even if there were something, I would have wanted you to see It.”, replied Nivin.
“Because then you will know how cool I am. By the way, the priest is downstairs. You could come down and join in prayers.”
“No thanks” I said, “I already had my share of boredom.” He went to next room. And people, who were enjoying, thought that ‘Change’ is a good thing. They went downstairs with two brothers. I continued my reading.
Moments later, a group of older men came upstairs. They couldn’t enjoy the drinks downstairs due to the prayers. They didn’t want to destroy their harmony, hence, came up. They went to Nithin’s room. My luck!
As I was going back to my reading, someone came into the room. I raised my head. She was Nithin’s friend. She wasn’t a beauty queen, but she was pretty. She carried a baby girl of 2 or 3 years old. As I looked up she said,
“I’m sorry; I didn’t want to disturb you. I was in the other room with her. Then uncles came in and asked if they could settle there. So, I came here. I didn’t know you were here. Sorry!” She started to leave the room.
“Please come in,” I said, “I don’t have a problem. We are in a bride’s house the day before the wedding. Everyone needs a space! Come on in.”
“Thank you. What are you reading?”
“It’s Nivin’s book; I got nothing else to do!”
“Yeah, nowadays everything is done by event management companies and catering services. Cousins and friends got nothing to do but eat. I always feel bad about that.”
“Yes, me too! It’s boring here with nothing to do.”
“Where are your other cousins?” “Oh, they are busy with their works and studies. Or they just figured it out that there won’t be anything interesting to do.”
“Yes, that’s a probability.” She smiled and replied.
“She is not yours, is she?” I looked at the baby girl and asked her. She gave me a smile and said, “No, she is my niece.”
“So what do you do?” I asked. “I’m studying MBA in Bangalore.” She replied.
“I’ve my friends there.”
“Don’t you miss your parents?”
“So, you are not a family type girl, are you?!”
There, there she gave me this look and said, “What?! Why would you say that?!” Now, my ECG has gone flat…! I said,
“I…I don’t know. It was just my intuition!”
“Well, tell your intuition to shut up…!”
Okay. Now, my intuition kept saying blah, blah, blah, but I kept quiet for a while. Then I said,
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean no disrespect by that question.”
“It’s okay.” She said, “You are the second person to ask me that question today. I feel like people judge me so quickly.”
“It’s alright. It’s nobody’s fault. It’s just human nature. People say things, and they don’t like listening things like that. We call it ‘Work of Ego’.”
There, she laughed and I was breathing normal again. They were sitting on the bed. The little baby girl started pointing at a box on the table next to me. The box was filled with balloons. I took one and gave it to her. We started playing with it. Then we both started playing with her with balloons and then a rolling chair in the room. We made toys for her with papers from Nivin’s Notebook. Then we went to balcony. There we sat looking at starry skies and started talking about how much we loved to talk to stars in nights, how much we hated our studies and how much we loved listening to the song ‘I’m all out of love’ by the band Air Supply. Those moments were perfect.
The next day we met at church. From there, after lunch, we parted our ways. I never tried to send her a Facebook request. Because I believe we had our moments together. And those moments were perfect, and precious. I didn’t want to go on and possibly ruin what we had. I feared so. For some of you this is not a happy ending. But remember what I told you when I started my story.
I met “a girl”…..
I didn’t say “My girl”.
Oh yes, I have “My girl”. I will tell you how I met her in the next story. Till then,
Hasta la vista.