The whole week passed, and it was Friday once again. I was late already. My evenings always involved taking IT lectures at NIIT or hanging around at my favourite cyber-cafe. My mum gave me a call, "Dinner bahar karoge kya?" (Will you be eating outside).
"No Mum, I will be home in 10 minutes". I said.
On the dinner table everyone sounded very different today. Was it all in my head?
After the dinner, Papa would often retire to his bedroom and Didi and I would often have a banter about something. It was the good days when she was with us. She has now been happily married for nearly a decade. The rare few days in the year when she would be with us would be pure gold. She after all, if you remember, is like my second mother.
Didi walked to my room and said, "Aaj Manika ghar aayee thee" (Today Manika came home).
Whaaaaat? I spoke as my eyes almost popped out.
And my Didi said, "She just dropped by."
"But Didi, no one has dropped by our home in last 100 years! Whyyyyyyyy? What's happening?" I was amazed.
"Yes she came. And we chatted the entire afternoon. She talked, talked, and talked about her plans of marriage and how she didn't like the various prospects she has."
"Di, I think this girl is in great demand." I muttered.
"I think both of you should meet. If you like her she will for sure marry you. I think she likes you." said Di with a firmness in her voice.
"But I am only 25 year old Di." I retorted.