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Day 17: A Promise. A Commitment – Part 3

October 19, 2011

The house was a chaos. Everyone seemed to be on their cellphones talking at the same time in different parts of the house. Ashi had switched herself off from all the chaos and was sitting by the window in her room. Day dreaming. Stealing glances at her beautiful platinum engagement band. It was Ramit’s choice. He had taken her to the jewelery store and had laid out 10 of their best platinum collections. “Pick the one you love the most “, he had said. She had chosen a simple platinum band with an elegant pink diamond on it. It looked clean, simple, honest and yes.. Elegant. Just the way she liked it. Ramit smiled. “This was my favourite ring too..”.

She smiled at the memory. The wedding was 3 days away. Around her was Organized Chaos. Yes.. It was crazy, but preparations were happening. Her jewelery had been bought. Her wedding attire had been steam ironed. There was enough anticipation of how she will look on her wedding day. Ashi had decided to do the make-up on her own. Despite much protest from her mother and filmy dialogues from her cousins of how ‘unbridal’ she will look, Ashi knew how she wanted to look. She was after all an ‘Assistant buyer’ with Gucci.
Her mother had sqealed in horror. “Ashi.. You will not be a true blue Punjabi bride!! Where is the pink? Where is the gold? The sari is so light!! Ashi….!”
“Ma.. Ma.. Will you please relax? I know what I am doing. I don’t want to look like a walking-talking doll! I want to look elegant.. And I want to look different from the regular Pinky Punju Brides!”

Ashi was in the middle of sorting out her suitcase when she got the call.
“Hi, is this Ashi?”
“Yeah its Ashi, who’s this?”
“Hi Ashi, you don’t really know me.. But my name is Priya. I am calling from Mumbai. I wanted to speak to you about Ramit.”
Ashi sat upright. “Ramit? How do you know Ramit? What is it about?”
“Umm.. I don’t know how to put this across.. Ummm. .. I was engaged to Ramit 2 years ago. Before he moved to Delhi.. Umm.. And I need to tell you, please don’t marry him. You will regret it”
Ashi could hear her heart beat almost in her mouth. “What?? Who is this? Is this the Radio? Am I on air? Listen.. Whoever it is, put the phone down.. I am really not in the mood for this joke!” Ashi slammed the phone down and her hands were shaking.

But a small voice insider her heart told her that it was just a dumb joke that her friends must be playing on her. A small voice inside her told her that she knew Ramit too well to believe this. A small voice.

Ashi walked out of her room and went searching for her mother. The flower guy was about to come and the house had to be decorated before the guests arrived.

  1. October 19, 2011 3:47 PM

    🙂 The tempo is building up.. whatte lovely twist in the story… what unfolds next.. eagerr

  2. October 23, 2011 12:04 AM

    Oh DO go on….
    This, I have to hear till the end..

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