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A very popular IBM i. e. Ideal Bahu Material, Pinky was tall, with peach and cream complexion, robust health, waistlength hair, ample bosom and a swaying derriere in short, a natural beauty, without any denting-painting of sorts and no silicon enhancements. Even the smile she flashed was nonmetallic, the row of teeth being even and pearly. The mothers of eligible boys swooned when Pinky made her entrance into a gathering. They all wanted this very apsara( celestial nymph) – the very incarnation of a popular heroine from celluloid, for their son. She will mesmerize him with her beauty, |
forcing him to leave his wanderlust and settle down. Once their besotted son marries her, they will have him live in the same house, next to them and take care of them in their sunset years; an idea abhorrent to their free-spirited son. The matchmaker, Amma ji, was a balding, shortlimbed, round eyed woman of sixty: tied in a frame of limited area, with a mouth full of tobacco and rotting teeth. Her sari was always well starched, emphasizing her short height and roundness. Amma ji was ecstatic that Pinky had approved of the match. After the final fixation of the match of a pretty girl like Pinky, |
she will hike her rate, no less than Rs. 3001 for future reference.“ Nahin! Kabhi Nahin!”( No! never!) Amma ji’ s comfort zone was shattered by the shrill shriek of Pinky.
“ I like him very much but like a bhaiyya( brother).” How could Pinky have married Tunnu ji! She had known him since childhood. Her feelings for him were purely sisterly. Besides, the family was too downmarket to match her gossamer dreams. Her mental block was the‘ attachakki’( flour mill) that was housed in their basement. Everyone knew the family not by their name or sir- name but by the suffix
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JULY 2018 |
STORIZEN MAGAZINE | 51 |