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‘Sounds more like you’re throwing them around.’
‘Same thing.’
‘Agreed.’
‘So, how are things?’ he asked.
That is one loaded question, Dad. Rajeev is sending me an email a day and has been since the day I caught him with Teena. Teena is married to another man and Rajeev is now getting an MBA degree from the best business school in the world. He is also grovelling in misery and desperate for me to reply. I, on the other hand, am thinking more about Rajeev than about the man I am engaged to.
‘All good,’ I said.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked.
‘Yeah…’
‘Wanna get married in the Taj?’ asked Dad. I laughed out loud. Dad is very entertaining when he tries to use slang.
‘What?’ I said, laughing.
‘I am going to book the Taj reception hall for the wedding.’
I said nothing.
‘Kasturi? Are you there?’ Dad asked.
‘When, Dad?’ I asked.
‘Tomorrow.’
‘Dad,’ I said, after a pause, ‘is it always supposed to be magical … meeting the boy, getting to know him, getting married…’
Dad laughed. ‘No … more often than not, it is far from magical but…’ he paused, ‘… it has to feel right even when it is not magical.’
What if it suddenly stops feeling right? And something else that was all wrong begins to feel right?
10.00 p.m.
Exchange of text messages with Anu –
‘Kas, are you there?’
‘Yes, how is Govind’s heart? *sarcastic look*’
‘I am getting engaged. Day after tomorrow.’
Midnight.
Delhi flew past me as I stared steadily in front of me, eyes on the road, my mind elsewhere. I felt sullen and shocked in equal measure. Shifting to fourth gear, with Mum’s warning about road rage resounding in my ears, I let a Honda City overtake me. Although I liked this stretch of road from the airport to my home, images of Pitajee’s shocked face kept coming back to me.
I had just dropped Pitajee off at the airport. He had left in a desperate attempt to stop Anu’s engagement. I looked at my watch; the flight to Pune would have taken off by now.
I really, really hope it works. Both for their sake and mine.
10 April 2013, 10.00 a.m.
Subject – ‘Deer and their eyes’.
Dear Kasturi,
