Part -1 is here
Komal asked, “So, what are you doing these days?”
“I have recently joined my family business of designer jewellery.” Smriti replied.
“And what about marriage plans?”
“After some time, I will see! Right now, busy with some big assignments from U.S. and Europe.”
“You are going to be thirty soon, even then you are delaying it. Will you get married when you have grey hair and only a few teeth in your mouth and will not be able to see your groom properly without wearing spectacles?” She teased her.
“It’s just like that!” Smriti looked here and there to change the topic but couldn’t find a suitable one.
“Is there someone whom you love?” Before Smriti could say anything Komal uttered, “Didn’t I tell you about my love? How I met him? How I had a great time with him? Which gifts I bought for him? I didn’t hide anything from you. And see, you are not sharing anything. Say something, who is he?”
“Somebody.” Smriti didn’t want to disclose at this stage of her relationship but Komal was too eager to know.
Komal fired questions at her, “What he does? What is his name? Where does he live? How is his personality? Is he fair coloured or dark complexioned? Is he tall or short in height? Is he bald or have long hair? Where did you meet him? Did you converse with him on various aspects of life? Did you go with him to watch an English movie and have a corner seat? The last question she whispered, “Did you have sex with him?”
On seeing silence of Smriti, impatiently Komal said, “Tell me I can’t wait any more.”
It was rather impossible to escape from the questions of Komal so Smriti started narrating her story somewhat reluctantly, “Dristi, who was in my stream in M.Sc., on her b’day, I met him. He was fair, handsome and a strong and sturdy person. On that day, he was wearing navy blue colour coat and pant.”
“A featherless peacock!” Komal laughed not so loud on her own joke.
Smriti didn’t like her comment as the beauty of peacock is because of its feathers. She didn’t express her resentment but continued with her story, “He was meeting everyone decently. He sang the song ‘My heart is fleeting!” in his melodious voice.
“Oho, so he is a cuckoo as well!”
Smriti’s anger busted, “Stop comparing him with birds. You can compare him with some celebrity like Michael Jackson, Enrique Igless etc.”
“Phew! In the first meeting you went crazy about his face and voice.”
Smriti nodded. “Later I came to know from Dristi that he was working in a multinational company and earning a good pay package. Like youth of our country he too wished to go to a foreign land.”
“Then, what is the problem in getting married?”
Part-3 is here