My love story

Episode -3 Proximity

'Haven't you spoken to your parents yet? Shona! You promised me that you would do it by now."

If you are wondering who this new character Shona is, it is me. And the one who is asking me this question shouting is my happiness. Yes, she is mine now.

We have fallen in love. It sounds strange for the first time, doesn't it? So, did it happen when we were in college together? No way. I was a thousand miles away from him.

was it love at first sight

No way . Because we had not even seen each other till then.

When my friends ask me questions like this, then I will give them this answer (there were some dirty questions too, which you can ignore for now). But everyone's last question is the same

Was.

'Have you gone mad?'

I do not know..

Still, falling in love with a man you haven't even met is insane in itself and deciding to marry him one day is even more insane. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would fall in love like this. To be honest, I never even thought that I would fall in love.

But now I have changed a lot and I am not the same person I was a while back.

A lot had changed in me and around me. I started leaving my friends in the middle of the conversation just to call her. I started sleeping less and started talking more. My phone bill was at the top of my monthly expenses. He had left the house rent far behind. I began to observe couples in love: the way they used to sit in the gardens, the way they held hands, the way a girl would hold her boyfriend on a motorcycle. I was beginning to worry about how I looked. I changed my status from 'single' to 'committed' on Orkut. I started creating a password for his name on the internet. I used to smile without any reason while sitting in the office.

Love was in the air.

Our story was very different. A love story of the 21st century, based on the gadgets of the modern world. Thanks to Graham Bell for inventing the telephone which helped me talk to her, get to know her better and eventually fall in love with her. Thanks to the internet, sites like Shaadi.com helped me find her. During this hi-tech love affair, I discovered that I am a true software engineer. Whether this kind of love was good or bad, there was no point in thinking about it because we had already fallen into it.

Now coming to the point for which she was shouting at me.

Because I broke my promise. No, not a drinker. any other .

His family knew me from the time he called me for the first time, but not from my side. The people of my house did not know about him till now. In fact, they didn't even know that their son's profile was on a matrimonial website. Naturally, she was worried about this. That too when we had decided our destiny.

His questions regarding this matter were increasing everyday. Slowly she started feeling uneasy about this. So a week back I promised him that I will talk to my family members about this next weekend. But unfortunately I could not make it because I had IMS exam on the weekend (IMS. This was another similarity between us. We both were preparing for MBA, and in our respective cities we studied at the same place). Enrolled in the centers of the institute!).

'I could not go to Burla last weekend as I had to appear for a class test at IMS.' I tried to calm him down.

'But you promised me Shona...!' That screaming girl was getting emotional now. He killed me with that name. She used to call me by different names and the best one was Shona. And I loved the way she said it. With so much love and warmth.

'I've got nothing more important to do this weekend for sure,' I told him.

And my Shonimoni became happy again. Shonimoni. I gave her this name, the Punjabi word for lovely and sweet; feminine of shona |

Next weekend arrived and I was upset. I had to go to my family members and talk about my marriage. They would have been happy to hear this.

I cleverly took my younger brother Tinku into confidence the night before I left for Burla. He already knew that something was going on between me and some girl. It was clear to him from the late night calls I used to make. But she never imagined that it all started with a matrimony website. Being her elder brother, I left her no option but to take my side when I talked to my parents about it.

Ever since we came to our house in Burla, I was behaving strangely. I was roaming here and there trying to figure out how to bring up the subject. Was waiting for the right time. But I could not understand what is the right time.

I was thinking too much. More than what my mind used to think. Should I say now? Or stay for 15 more minutes? But even after 150 minutes had passed, I was still waiting.

As soon as I was about to say something, something would happen: the phone would ring, someone would knock on the door. and if nothing else then love.

The whistle of the Shar cooker would have called Mummy back to the kitchen. But when nothing like this happened, even at that time I could not open my mouth.

'If I don't talk this time, she will cry.' I told myself .

After lunch, I somehow mustered up the courage to start this suspicious conversation. Although I thought it was strange to ask my parents how they met and got married, I couldn't think of a better way to start the discussion than this.

'Mama, tell me one thing. How did you two meet each other and how did you get married?" I asked.

Mom and Dad looked at each other, then looked at me and started smiling. Parents are smart and we do not know that they know what is going on in our mind. He probably very easily read what was written on my forehead. Still he told the whole story and as soon as the story was over mamma asked, 'So how did you get started?"

I felt as if I should hide my face in the cushion, or say, 'My story...? I don't have any story. But before that my brain angrily told me, 'Now speak up, you i***t!'

And fortunately, I gathered my hidden courage and told him my story so far. I also showed him his photo. I was thinking that my parents would ask all kinds of questions, but to my surprise, nothing of the sort happened. Rather Tinku asked me more questions than those people.

The mother was happy that at last her son was thinking about marriage. Dad was happy because he was spared the trouble of finding a girl of his son's liking. He was feeling relieved. But were trying to show cleverness from above. I was happy because I had finally spoken my heart out in front of everyone. And Tinku was watching everyone's reactions carefully. He is not easily influenced, I like and dislike this thing about him.

Mom and Dad asked one or two questions, to which I answered with full confidence, and that was it. I never thought that such a difficult obstacle would be overcome so quickly. But on Sunday night when we were leaving for Bhubaneshwar, at the bus stop dad said, 'We will think about it but the good thing is that you are getting serious about marriage.'

'never mind . I get your point, I told him. Although in my heart I was thinking, 'Who cares, Dad!

On Monday morning I reached my home in Bhubaneswar. Spreading out on the bed, I called Khushi.

'Mission accomplished. ' I said waking him up. With those two words, she understood everything. And what did I get in return? lots of kisses The latter were in abundance. That was the first day he kissed me on the phone.

'Oho! so loud? No one's around, huh?" I asked.

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