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Its not always that I feel like writing my experiences on paper.Unless there is a headache of sorts. These days I feel so very lonely,unable to confide my secrets with anyone-I seriously need a break.
Here goes the bell. I knew I wouldn’t be at peace ever.
An invitation. A wedding invitation. My friend’s wedding. I guess this was the break I needed. A not-so–happening job profile, fear of being axed out anytime and the worst part- ever increasing EMIs. I wish I hadn’t come out of home-into a strange city-perhaps I was blinded by its glamour. But what has been done can’t be undone.

I’m at home. Its Divya’s wedding today. She’s my next door neighbour and a friend. A sweet simple girl, with whom you could chatter playfully for a while. Not like those opportunistic morons in the city. She has just finished her masters. Her fiancee is a medico. I’m sure she’ll have a great life ahead-she has typical small towny, girly, domestic dreams.

She looks marvelous today. Her family is in a frenzy of activity. I can see her mother doling out some last minute advice to the caterers et al. Its time but there is no sign of the groom’s procession. Suddenly a motorcycle stopped at the gate, it was the groom!!! Everyone dropped their jaws to see the fancifully dressed groom take a lift to his wedding. Divya’s father and some other elder people rushed to the gate. The groom seemed to be in a fit of rage. What I could gather was their car had broken on the way,the groom came all alone and wanted to get married immediately. But a typical Vedic wedding requires a lot of paranaphelia- father,uncles,lot of guests. Somebody in the crowd whisked the “groom” away and it was serious discussion time for the bride’s family.

Finally it was decided. Divya will not marry the doctor fiancée. Perhaps the guy had some kind of mental (and/or psychological) disorder which was not told to Divya’s family. Even Divya had never been out with her fiancée.

I was with her all the time. She sat in her yellow silk-stoic,silent. I didn’t know what to say. My mind was literally churning. If Divya didn’t marry today, she would be a spinster for life (it was a conservative rule-even if her family didn’t obey, this was the worst possibility). Little did I know what would happen next.

Sandip entered the room silently. Sandip- another neighbour. He was a real help in arranging Divya’s wedding-a guy who went unnoticed mostly. He was working as a despatcher in some government office in the town. He stood with his head drooped and said,”The wedding has been called off. But you don’t worry….you deserve a better person. You are educated,beautiful and …..”. I could see an unshed teardrop in Divya’s eyes. Perhaps she was terribly angry-jolted by the sudden twist in affairs. She knew too well that there will be big problems for her in future.

Sandip turned to go but Divya’s stern voice stopped him. Divya went to him,asked him a question that made the earth slip under my feet. I stood rooted for a while. Can someone go to such extremes ? Can situations embolden you so much ? I wondered.

Later that day, while Divya was leaving for her in-laws house (which was a shanty little place), I wished her luck. I really wished it-from the core of my heart. I returned to my workplace soon after.
To be continued……..


Hemanth Potluri said…
beautiful anwe :) was life reading a real story .i like the way u described divya sweet and cute wonderful anwe..i am waiting for the next part :)...

Hemanth Potluri said…
me first :D....have a gr8 weekend anwe :)..

ANWESA said…
thanx 4 reading!!!the next part ll b up soon..just wait a bit..
Hemanth Potluri said…
yup i will wait for sure..u will just hold the grip of the reader..

oo7 said…
oye oye jaldi post ker...i want to know what happened...did she marry sandeep??
ANWESA said…

i'll post the next part as soon as its ready..i'm happy to know that u liked it..
haritha said…
hmm.. really gud story... seems as if read a real story
keep bloggin
engrossing. i am tempted to conclude that she married sandip... but as far as i know you - you wouldn't do that... and that is what which can't let me wait. c'mon didi post the next part - quick!
haritha said…
n ya anwe...
do post d next part soon... waitin 4 it
n ya d wait 4 dis post was also worthed
ANWESA said…
thanx 4 reading dear!!!!
ANWESA said…
ya,i'll hav 2 do it real fast i guess..almost all my readers r getting anxious...i hope i meet ur
high xpectations in d next post...
wish me luck..
Jinxed Pixie said…
just what did happen???
ANWESA said…
@abhishek sim,
mmmm....high xpectations again...
i'm wondering if i'll be able to live upto ur xpectations.but nonetheless,i shall try my best..
ANWESA said…
@jinxed pixie,
maybe d next part ll answer ur question...
Mayz said…
i really like d way u build upd whole scene...even if its fiction it seems so ral as if m watchin it unflod in front of my eyes...

another masterpiece...cant wait to read part 2
Phoenix said…
what did she ask?? him to marry her?? ooo i can wait to know.. jaldi part laga
ANWESA said…
it felt real gr8 to read ur comment.i'll try to put up the next part as soon as possible coz i can see most of my readers clamourin 4 more.
ANWESA said…
aaaaaahhhhh!hav patience dear!!
Priya Joyce said…
poora likh fir bataaungi kuch :P
Diya said…
Huh...! I had just started dreaming some beautiful butterfly dreams when suddenly you jolted me out of the reverie and made me face the truth...! Awesome, just waiting for the continuation. :)
Do keep 'em burning,cheers :)
Vinz aka Vinu said…
oh girl...!!
that was almost real...
great read..
waiting for the continued session..!!

Arv said…
beautiful narration... am curious about her now...

will wait for the next part...

take care... cheers...
Ria said…
i was almost on tears....
Dhanya said…
For a moment there, thought it was real :) Awesome story..
it is a fiction??
wel, i thot it was real....

hey, nw plz post the second part soon..
am waiting to read it..

i realized, i have no patience!
nicely written..

яノςんム said…
wow wow, just wow!! continue soon..
Pooja said…
u better start writin' d next part soon...waiting!!
Harshita said…
It felt as if it was your story till I read the comments :)

I got so into it and hey! u took so long to be back.. I missed you... :(

Jaldi Jaldi post karney ka...

I am waiting for the next part eagerly... :)
hello anwesa... life is more bizzare than fiction don't you think...
this incident is a bit like satyajit ray's Apur Sansar. :)

pls write the next part soon.
first time here. loved it totally
take care. do visit.
Rocky said…
I envy you
how can you keep coming up with such stuff. very good one
can't wait for the next part
Chronicwriter said…
her inlaws had a dog by the name tiger?>

ANWESA said…
@priya joyce,
just posted d next part..hope u read it soon...
ANWESA said…
thanx 4 d ncouragement..hope u like the next part too...
ANWESA said…
@vinz aka vinu,
thanx!!!hope u read d next part soon...
ANWESA said…
ANWESA said…
i sincerely hope the concluding part ll make u smile....
ANWESA said…
thanx dear!!!!
ANWESA said…
thanx....i hope u like the next part too...:)
ANWESA said…
thanx thanx n more thanx!!!!!!!
ANWESA said…
the next part is up..:)
ANWESA said…
hmm...i missed u too :)
the next part is up...
ANWESA said…
@little girl lost,
ya,life's more bizzare than fiction..i dint hav d gud fortune of waching any of satyajit ray's films..mayb in future i'll see "apur sansar".thanx 4 d ncouraging words!!!
ANWESA said…
thanx a lot!!!!!
ANWESA said…
ha ha...i wish it were d case...:)

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