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‘With you by my side,’ I reply despondently.
‘Are you kidding me?’ Her voice is a stunned whisper.
‘And you have shared them on Facebook!’
‘Dear lord,’ says Paddy.
‘Dear lord it is,’ I say, nodding my head and hoping fervently that neither Anju Aunty nor her hundred sisters/brothers have been on Facebook in the last two hours.
12.02 p.m.
Self-explanatory text from Pitajee: ‘Bawahahahahaha.’
How I hate him!
2.00 p.m.
The pictures were taken off Facebook, but not before a couple of incidents took place.
Since I was tagged in the pictures, I have received about ten friend requests, including one from a certain Raju Ban Gaya Gentleman.
Hotty Singh also wants to be my friend.
Just before we took the pictures off Facebook, a couple of notifications popped up. Lata Taiji had ‘liked’ a picture – one that had me sitting cross-legged on a table, looking dazed and drinking from a jug that was larger than me.
The head hurts; I think I should sleep.
36
28 November 2013. Twelve Days to Go for the Wedding, 9.00 p.m.
The café was an odd choice for our last huddle before the two weddings but, we all agreed, we did not want to meet anywhere else. The café had witnessed me falling in love with Purva, heard the many sweet nothings that Pitajee had murmured to Anu, seen me walk away from Purva, looked on, amused, as I’d tried to win him back, been aghast as Anu and Pitajee parted ways and smiled indulgently as Purva and I got back together.
Now it looked at us, the bittersweet memories hanging heavy in the air.
‘I won’t be present at your wedding … that is tragic!’ said Anu, smiling weakly at Purva and me. Without another word, Purva got up from the chair that he had pulled close to me and went to sit next to Anu. The two of them stared at each other, speaking to one another without saying anything. They do that sometimes.
Purva ruffled Anu’s hair. ‘Silly girl,’ he said, smiling and pulling her into a hug.
Anu smiled as well. She was determined to be happy this evening but there was something wrong.
‘Is everything okay, Anu?’ I asked.
Anu laughed bitterly and I looked down at my hands, mentally thwacking myself on the head with a rolled up newspaper. What a silly question to ask! I should not be allowed to speak.
‘Honeymoon tickets booked?’ she asked, changing the subject.
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Brazil it is!’
‘I hope you guys have a great time,’ she said, putting a hand on mine ‘I will probably see Dr and Mrs Dixit when they come back, all tanned, from Brazil!’
I inched closer to her. ‘Anu…’ I said, my eyes pleading and unwilling to even look at the stone-faced man who sat next to me. ‘Think this through … please … the wedding is still a few days away … anything can happen … if … if the two of you want to…’
Anu stilled, her face paled.
‘Wha…’ I began, but Pitajee cut in.
‘Let’s not go there again, Kas. It’s all been decided.’
