章節 5: On The Way To Daisy
After a few hours in the car, we reached the location, the house of the Daisy. We took a few extra hours to reach because my mom said some kinds of stuff to collect before going into somebody's house. It was a ritual kind or something, perhaps I had no idea, but they say, you should never go empty hands in one's house. So, on the way, I got down to pick some sweets and other essential things which were required. We went to the finest sweet shop, the notable one, "Haldiram". It is widely famous all over India for its rich varieties and deliciousness. If I begin to say, I love Phirni, Kheer Sagar, and Rasmalai. These are my favourites, so I just asked the man in the shop to pack all of them but then my mom knocked on my shoulders. I turned back.
"Is it your birthday, my son?"
"No" I replied.
" So why pack these?" She asked.
"Coz you asked me to do that. Isn't it?"
"Yes I did, but I didn't tell you to pack your best-loved."
"I know nothing except these," I replied slipping my hands into my pocket. She looked dashed. Next moment I found her cancelling whatever I chose. She packed three sweet boxes, well decorated and embellished with gold colour foil and as usual, she chose her favourites like "Kaju Katli, Son Papri, Gulab Jamun". I scoffed off.
"Don't you think it's too much for just three people?"
"Too much! All I am wondering if we should take one more box.." I frowned and then there she packed one more box full of chocolates. I asked if this was for any baby, and she said it was for that Daisy. This was nothing new, almost 90% of the girls are fond of chocolates. I got slightly triggered by my Mom's sudden attraction for a girl whom she had seen, somewhere in childhood and now she was choosing everything she adored but in my case, she simply declined.
"Who is she?" I thought for a while because I never saw my mom getting so bewitched by a girl she never talked to or meet. With such a reaction of mom, I lost in thoughts about, what if she forcefully push me into this so-called arrange marriage, imprisoning me for a lifetime to someone I really don't know. I clearly told her in the morning that I might participate in this process but I would never say yes. "Do not expect that I will submit, I am not roadside Romeo who would choose a woman out of blue." I made myself candidly clear but she showed no ounce of reaction to my statement.
Geez! I am Samarth Gupta, the royal Samarth Gupta. Girls faint when they see me. They die to spend time with me. I recalled the days in my college when a lot of girls would talk about my charisma, my style, my eyes, and my psyche. They all were mad at me. I used to be the hottest discussion among them. It was no doubt to say, I was very popular, yet I never had a girlfriend. Because no one attracted me that much, they were just butterflies, come and fly. Samarth Gupta does not need to run after a butterfly of varied colors.
All I need is a firefly, the glow of my heart, the light of my life. A girl of refreshing candour and genteel manners but not a clumsy, ungainly young girl, unworthy of my objectives and emotions.
I did not know how this idea of suddenly getting married …..theme just entered my mother's brain. Weeks back she was just enjoying herself with my dad, some neighbourhood gossip kept her entertained with their chilly news about each other.
I was damn sure she got inspired by some overdramatic, over-acting melodrama and total paranoid soap operas. This daily soap had now become boredom, a disaster, and a disturbing element day by day. They have destroyed the mental peace of every woman in the house. My innocent mom was one of those victims. She got mesmerized by the things those serials show, the supreme level decoration of the mansion, high fancy wedding dresses, tantrums of the girls and bride, and a last-moment missing bride is a compulsory part.
Uff! every time she looks at them, she stares at me ferociously like I am her second prey. She gonna say every time "You are going to have such a big dream wedding."
"What marriage? Who does this in the 21st century?" I asked baffled. All of my friends were still fresh bachelors. If they would come now, I was getting married, I would become a stock of laughter. Hence, I decided not to tell them anything now until anything serious happens.
We got off the car with all the sweets packets. My dad looked at those and sarcastically asked if we were missing anything out and my mom looked at me. "What? do you want me to fetch flowers now?" and my mom nodded, saying "Bring white lilies." This was really terrifying to see.
We arrived at the spot. A man in his fifties was standing outside of the house. As we came out of the car, he greeted my mother and hugged him. Both my parents shared a little chit-chat and after parking the car, we walked from the garden area and moved inside the house. This house was a little small than ours and the garden too, containing few common flowers and vegetables. As we stepped inside, we were welcomed by a smiling lady who joined her hands and my mom hugged her. She later gave her the packets of sweets to which the lady replied in exasperation "Oh! this was not necessary." I rudely thought why this lady was saying this …..you didn't know how my mom rejected my favourites and chose these you people. We then occupied our seats in the velvet couch and a girl in her sixteens probably brought a tray of glass. It was a sherbet. Usually in India, every guest is offered sherbet instead of water and it is a way of greeting, so I drank the sherbet because my mom never made it after I grew up. The serenity of the house was peaceful and their interior decoration was superb. Not much fancy but it was simpler and the walls were covered with antique pieces. Later I came to know my father and that man had been friends since school days. But what I saw was my mom getting too close to the lady as if she knew her before ages. My father introduced me to them, my education and studies and blatantly told lies that I work.
Yes! I don't work much. Though sometimes I helped my dad with his business stuff I never become a part of his work. I enjoy life. That's my rule. Biking, driving, swimming and playing football are a part of my life. Without them I am soulless. I am an energetic person, involved with sporty things. Things that give you pleasure and pain together. To keep this healthy energy, I work out. I am a part-time trainer in the gym. I could have become a full-time trainer but my dad wants me to take over his business. He runs a huge business but my mind is never drifted to that part. I don't find it challenging rather it is huge boredom. All I love is inspiring youths, and motivating them. Sometimes I play football for clubs and we donate money to charities. My parents don't have a problem with these because even a little help in business makes them contended. But I knew my freedom would drift away soon once I get married. So, I swear not to marry this girl otherwise both my mom and she would run a dictatorship on my head. After the little chit-chat from each side, we were served some sweets to eat, and with a heavy heart, I must say those sweets were not to my liking. I still ate.
After that, my father and the uncle shared some of their childhood stories and other things related to the business. Then my mom asked the lady to call their daughter. I stared at my mom and thought "why so rush?" I had just zero interest to look at her. Her mom went inside and after a few minutes the daisy came out. I looked up to see her. With slow steps like of tortoise, she cast her eyes down to the floor. She was then holding a tray of teas. Even from afar, I could sense her hands were trembling.
"Couldn't she hold a cup of tea either?" Geez! Is she that weak?"
I observed her, her face, her body, from top to bottom she looked very unattractive, undesirable. She was dressed in a typical salwar suit, a common dress for a desi Indian girl. She walked without style and maintained a pleasurable face as if she was very excited to marry me. She might have known me before, finding me wealthy and very attractive or perhaps influenced by my dad's money. Otherwise, how on earth, a girl like this could ever dream to marry a handsome Prince like me?
"OMG, what if she is marrying me because of my richness." I thought. Looking at her, my mental state went down. She was not of my type or taste. All I was thinking what fascinated my mother to ask her hand. Out of all the girls in the town, she chose a village type. I could tolerate women who didn't know of cooking but I could not suffer under a woman who might be unloving and unappealing.
She served tea to all of us and when she came nearby, I saw a bright color in her face, the deep reddish lips. It resembled like a red chili. As if she poured a bucket of Asian red paint. If I had to score her, I would have given two grade point.
"Doesn't this girl know how to apply lipstick?"
We were served tea and my mother strictly told me to drink tea no matter what happen. I am not a tea person. I like coffee or protein shakes. I make my own shake every morning.
Anyways, fisting my hand tightly, I took a sip of tea and pretended that I was enjoying it. My parents indulged in a conversation with her. Asking her name and her education was a part of the conversation. I observed her as I had nothing to do. I was just an applicant because I knew after I return home, I would withdraw my form from this process. I made my mind strongly, that I would do anything to subdue my parents even if it takes a day without food or a day without money.
Few minutes after the conversation with the daisy, we were allowed to talk. Because we were meeting for the first time, we were given privacy so that we both could open up about each other. It was a good thing and so we climbed up the stairs and reached the terrace.
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