Finally, the day has come... she has to now leave us behind and weave dreams of her future with her fiancee. Yesterday, my childhood pal got engaged with her boyfriend whom she had fallen in love some 3 years ago. It's nice to realise at least some love stories are actually ending in marriage... though marriage is not just the only success-certificate of a love story, but comeon, let's be real, this is NEPAL...
Anyway, she also happens to be my neighbour, and the fact that brings us closer is that my parents were once their tenant. And my mom says, she has learnt more about life and every other little things from my pal's grandmom. Unfortunately, I don't remember anything of her... and she is no more. We have grown up together... wearing similar frocks, reading similar books, gettting punishments from our parents, who also are good friends, believing on the same sets of taboos imposed by our parents, playing the same sort of games, and doing every little things together... now that she has to leave us behind, I am really disheartened. But I want her to be happy, very very happy.
There are actually six of us, the inseparable six of us. The list goes like this... first my sister Geeta, then the one who got engaged, Bijayanti, third it's me, then it's Malati, Bijayanti's sister, fifth comes B & M's bro Suraj and then the youngest of all, G and my bro Suman. We have done everything together... schooling, riding bicycle, playing bhada-kuti, teasing old neighbours... every little thing that naughty children do... and the memories still vividly comes to our minds even today.
Only a week ago, I and Geeta were there at Bijayanti's place and we were talking about marriage and stuffs. She is in 11 now, so she was telling us that she would get married only after completing 12. But then it happened so fast... we all are shocked and happy and sad and excited and anxious... all at the same time. We don't want her to leave all of a sudden, and paradoxically, we also want her to start a happy life with her beloved.
Quite nicely, their's is an intercaste marriage. Our would be bhena is a Chetri and my friend is a Magar. And the most interesting thing is that the Chetri family is strictly VEGETARIANS... gosh... Biji has to control her temptation to eat some non-veg item once in a while... I am sure she will prove to be a very good wife and even better, a daughter and sister-in-law. She is already quite a perfectionist in household chores. So is my elder sister. Now when it's turn for me and Malati, our parents need to really think more than many times. That's going to give them a good headache, coz we neither know how to cook good, nor we know any etiquettes necessary to make others happy. We are the pampered and spoiled 'kanchhi chhoris'. Now that the turn will come in the near future, Malati and I need to be prepared to face the IMPOSSIBLE. I wish mom and Geeta were always there with me, to help me in everything I do. Oh, I am useless... I don't even know how to comb my hair. anyway, back to where I was... (I will write what i can and cannot do soon...)
Today, I had been there for a while and uncle was telling Biji to respect all, to speak politely, to do this and that... as everybody's father must say... you know..the final words... they were touching... the otherwise jolly and cheerful uncle today had a different emotion on his face. I was so sad.
She is getting married coming Saturday.......... will write about it soon.. with photos... promise!!
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