It’s about love… [Take-38]

[Take 37][Beginning of the story]

Adieu…2

Mind says May be…

Confusion is almost always the most honest answer. I hate my mind sometimes. It always comes in the way of the heart. Anyways, I called her up on the day of departure. I thought may be some talking can help me come out of the confusion. And boy! it did. She told me that parents had come to see her off and that she is quite busy shopping so there wasn’t a chance of meeting with friends. So I cleverly offered to see her off at the airport, and she could not deny.

So my darling was leaving for eleven months, and I might just never see her again. Moreover, it was the first time I’d be meeting her family. The pressure was huge. The good thing about living with friends though is that you get a lot of support in such times. So after a series of permutations and combinations, heated arguments, insane discussions it was decided that I’d be wearing a light white & green check semi formal shirt with denim jean. Clean shaved. Fortunately, I was allowed to keep my gotie intact. Since family was present, no red roses. So we decided on Yellow lilies or alternatively pink roses depending on the availability.

Quite unusual of my character, I reached the airport a little bit in advance. After fifteen minutes she arrived with her family which included her younger bro, mom, dad and uncle. Indian girl going abroad is a big thing for the family. I was already standing at the terminal gate, somewhere in the crowd. I was a little hesitant about the timings, how do I approach them and when. But I just drifted along as I was thinking all this . In a few moments, somehow, I was amidst the whole group, like an unidentified non-flying object. They were not expecting me. And they were certainly not expecting a guy with a bunch of pink roses and looking at their daughter. She apparently had not told them about me yet. Avoiding everyone’s discomforting stare, I was trying to wear a smile as I greeted Ati.

“Heyii”, I exclaimed, with a pasted smile. (No pet names, I revised within)

“Hey Ujjwal!” (Thank God she recognizes me). Her welcome was not only soothing for me, it eased out a lot of tension in the group. And then she introduced me to everyone. It’s a great experience to face a semi-interview from families. The questions are cliched, Name, What do you do, Where are you from? Since when are you working? etcetera. It’s actually a great experience when you know the answers and you also know that answers are going to be in your favor. I being from the same religion, caste and city as theirs. After a rapid fire quiz, focus went back to the cynosure departing lady. She was looking sweet in her simple white top and blue denims, and holding the bouquet of roses. We bid her an emotional adieu, and while she moved through the check-in and security checks, I was having an interesting time with the family members.