“Amma, don’t get
tensed. Sit. Relax.”
“Podi Konday. We
have just 5 minutes to leave. I am so sorry I did this to you.”
“Amma! Nothing
is wrong. The saree is stiff, that’s all. It is being fussy. She thinks she is
the bride. I will put her in her place, give me 2 minutes.”
“You should have
agreed to my idea and worn this meroon. It would have been easier. We can
exchange right away.”
“This is a
beautiful saree. The green and turquoise-ish blue are used so well. Not much
jarigai too.”
“I don’t know
too many brides who want to wear a 25 years old saree for her entry to the
wedding hall. What if it tears?”
“Now you know.”
“All girls
demand a new saree for every occasion. And look at you.”
“Ha ha ha. Not
comparable. They don’t have you as their mother who has such a beautiful
collection of sarees.”
“Podi. I want to
cry. This is my marriage engagement saree. May 12, 1977. We are on Aug 19,
2004. Look at yourself.”
“Okay. Go to
that room, cry and come back. By then I will be ready.”
“Priya! What are
you doing? Wait. Don’t crush the saree like that. Swamiye!”
“Now it will
obey me. It just has too much starch for a silk.”
“I had told him
not to starch it. I promise, I did, Konday.”
“Amma, it is
okay. Don’t worry. I am not at all worried that it is stiff.”
“If it doesn’t sit
well, it could make you look fat. Also, you are not getting a make-up done.
Just compact, eye liner and lip stick. I don’t understand.”
“Who cares Amma.
People will anyways judge.”
“I want you to
be the most beautiful bride.”
“I am not sure.
I will be the boldest, though.”
.
.
.
“Okay, Amma?”
“Goodness, yes.
Oh yes, it sits well. Oh good actually. You have done well. God is with us.”
“Ha ha ha. Of
course. Just 5 minutes late.”
“Priya! Promise
me you will not make such remarks in your new home.”
“Fake promise.”
“Kadavule, indu
kozhanday-u rakshichiko.”
“People are
waiting for us. Let’s go. The bride is ready.”
“The simplest,
non-fussy, non-demanding bride I have seen so far.”
“A bride anyways.
My Amma’s bride.”
“God bless you.”
“Stay calm
through the 2 days Amma. Remember your promises to me.”
“OK OK. I will.”
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