“You had
promised, Amma. Today is Aug 19, 2004, 6.00 pm. You have to.”
“You really want
me to?”
“Swami kannu
kutthum. Enakku ennu?!?!”
“Priya! Don’t mock.
Please promise me you will not make sarcastic comments like these in your new
life.”
“Let’s get this
right. There is nothing like new life and all that, ok? Let’s not give it so
much hype na, please?”
“Okay, fine. But
promise?”
“I will do my
best. I promise.”
“And don’t be
this loud.”
“WHY?”
“SEE!!!!”
“See yourself! Huh.
I will try Amma. But I can’t pretend.”
“Diplomatic is
an option.”
“Yes. I skipped
the option. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”
“Not funny.”
“Sheri sheri. I
will do my best not to be sarcastic about religion, God, and not be too loud
with my thoughts. Now your promise keep-up time. Its my marriage reception
evening, Amma. You had promised lip stick. Ha ha ha. I cant wait.”
“Okay. I will
wear this meroon shade lipstick. Just for you. Very light, okay.”
.
.
“Looks like
pink. 2 more strokes. Please, Amma. Don’t fuss.”
“Now?”
“Hmmmmm. Nice.
Matches with your toe nail polish color.”
“That is also a
first time, just for you. And last time.”
“Thank you,
Amma. I promise I will not marry again. You will not have to do it again.”
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha”
“Thank you very
much!!!!!”
“Ah! Sarcasm! Ha
ha ha.”
“Get ready fast.”
“I would have
preferred to dress up by myself. I don’t like others touching me and putting a
saree on me.”
“We have paid
her already. Don’t fuss. Get ready fast.”
“Grrrrr.”
“I am going out
to greet people. Be on time, bride.”
“Of course,
bride mother. Remember not to strain too much. Sit whenever you can. My one eye
will be on you, full time.”
“Don’t worry
Rajathi. I will be fine. You enjoy your reception. Its going to be a big crowd.
Keep your evergreen smile on. I will be fine.”
“Hmmmmm. Sure.
My one eye is following you.”
“And …… You
looked nice in your nischadartham saree. Thank you for agreeing to buy that
saree and wearing it so gracefully. I know you don’t like that bright
combination with those big checks design.”
“Hmmmm. Yes,
Amma. I think that color is too bright for me. I don’t feel good in it. But
your face was brighter than the saree when you saw me in it. Damn worth it.”
“Thank you very
much. I love you in it. You looked like a bride, for one occasion.”
“He he he. Thanks.
I will wear it often for you.”
“Okay. On time,
okay.”
“Thank you for wearing
that lip stick, Amma. I love you.”
“I know!”
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