She asked me Nth time that are we getting married, honestly I was not annoyded, but I found her cute with that innocent face I ever liked. I pushed the hair which was kissing her forehead n said, “yes honey, we are getting married” She immediately responded, “Okay, am sooo happy..we shall go for shopping, u’ll buy me saree, kangan, mangalsutra, one more saree, and one jamoon ice cream after the shopping…pleaaaase “. I must say, girls are girls, no one can beat them. Shopping is more exciting than the ceremony. I remember my mom, who used to wear kilos of golds and glittering sarees for all the functions, not sure whether it was to show her collections or she used to feel happy with them on.
Geet, my only girl friend, like the Kareena of “Jab we met”, Kajol of “My name is Khan” and Minisha of “Bachna yeh haseeno”. She goes non stop talking, I bet you cant stop her if she wants to say something. I liked her smile the most. She was my junior in the collage. When Theju was explaining how he was caught by his dad while smoking previous night on the balcony of his house, Geet just passed infront of me in the corridor. Something just pulled me…I felt it. She was wearing a pink tshirt on faded blue jean, with matching ear rings, bracelet and white shoes. I don’t think she ever noticed anybody around her, she was just gossipping with her friend, abt Ranbir Kapoor, I guess. That cute smile attracted me towards her like a magnet. She was pushing her short hair back as it was distrubing her a lot.
I wanted to know who is she and which class is she in. Theju was still going on with the next continued story of how his girlfriend pampered him after the scoldings of his dad. I ignored him and started following Geet like am in trance. She didn’t bother much to look at me, she entered the class room with her friends. I cursed myself first time being senior, as I coudnt enter the class. She was in first year of Bcom and me in final year. I just made up my mind to bunk the class this time, just to watch her talking. I never knew she will become a nonstop FM Radio of my life. Yes, she has everything to say, like music, the news, the stories, gossips, movies, etc etc.
Believe me, I didn’t take much time to get along with her. Her nature itself is like that. Like an open book, clean heart and hundrands of “Best Friends” !! One thing I hated in her was her reading habits. She is a book freak, and I hate to read the text book also. I took her to the collage canteen many a times, used to watch when she sips tea, somehow controlled myself to wipe that extra drop on her lipls from my lips. I don’t think she will ever realise I was mad for her from the day I saw her. She looks like an angel for me, only the wings and the magic wand were lacking. !
Just after the first exam, she came running to me when I was standing in a corner waiting for her. That time Theju was almost mad abt his girlfriend and was planning for the wedding. So I was left alone. I was not like Geet. I had very few friends bcos I believe I can accommodate only very few for whom I can be anything and everything. Geet’s best friends list was very big like a checklist of a wedding. I always wondered how she manages everybody equally. Collage, parents, tutions, music class, drama class, library, friends, friends and more friends.
Geet came running to me, I could guess that she has given her best in the exam. I patted her back like I do to my nephew when he comes out with A grade in his class 2. It’s a God gift to her, I guess. I never saw her cribbing about anything, everything looks good, everything feels good, everyone is good for her. Yes, she is blessed with that quality.
Luckily I had only one year to clear the exam and get a degree, otherwise I would have flunked many times running behind Geet and dreaming about her all the time. Needless to say we were in deep love. If I don’t see her a single day, I used to go mad. Forcefully I made friendship with her best friend Mary, just to keep track of Geet when she is not available for me. Thank God, she never realised that, poor girl, she always used to think how good am by heart that I accepted her friend as my friend. Anyways, that’s not important for me. Am sure she would have told Mary how I tried kissing her when she was walking along with me in the dark on the way to her music class.
Days gone, I got a job in HDFC bank as a consultant. Geet also had finished her final year of B.Com, and she wanted to study further. Last week Dad called me to the reading room to discuss something abt his balance sheet. I found that little fishy when he pushed his laptop towards me with few photos open. All girls, beautiful girls in different poses. Mumma screamed from Kitchen..”show him all please..” Yes, they were planning for my wedding. I looked around, Geet appeared on the screen with the same smile, asking me to select her. How I do tell Dad that I have a girl friend and want to get married to her. I caughed gently and tried to open my mouth. Dad was starring at me, I guess, I was looking at the photo frame where Dad and Mumma are holding me togther when I was 2 years old. I’m the only child, so they had high hopes on me. But now I have no other go, I have to tell them that Geet is my girl forever.
I said, “Dad, I want to tell you something, if you don’t mind.”
My Dad is very intelligent and sensitive to others feelings. He called Mumma also as he too found me little weird today. Finally I opened up myself to talk about Geet. Geet is a also a Punjabi girl so I had hope in the corner that they might agree.
Mumma looked at Dad and Dad removed his spects and held my hand. I was shivering lightly as I know something is going to happen now, but don’t know what.
Dad said, “Invite her for tea today, want to meet her before fixing the wedding date. I also need to talk to her parents”
I jumped and hugged my Dad, and thanked God zillion times for blessing me with all I wanted. The rest was all like a dream when my parents met her parents, liked each others family and agreed on a date for the wedding.
As promised, I took my girl for shopping…she will be my wife forever. Yes, I got her Jamoom and Ice cream after the shopping of dozens of sarees, KGs of gold, matching purse, slippers, etc.
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