Happy Ending

"And.......Where have you parked your car?".......... I looked at my mom and she, in turn ,looked at father with questioning eyes.

  "Actually sir, we came by autorickshaw. We don't have a car." Father answered hesitantly.

Mr Bhalla was shocked. How could a person without a CAR imagine to get his daughter married to the son of an Advocate of Mr Bhalla' s caliber?

"I told you Mrs Bhalla, these people don't match our standards. You forced me to meet them. Look! they have come to 'see' my boy in an auto! What a shame!!"

Something quivered inside me. My Father, who had always taught us to live with self- respect ,was in a miserable state. Poor,old father! His head was hung down because of me, his daughter, whom he wanted to get married off  to a rich man.

All I wished was to disappear from the site.
For once, my heart cried out,"Reject them before they reject you....!"

I would have taken the extreme step but  for Mr Bhalla' s sensible- looking son, I stopped. The 'boy' seemed to be quite interested in me. He was trying to read my facial expressions which were changing continuously.

He whispered something in his father's ear and both of them went inside.
Hot discussions followed.
Back in fifteen minutes,the father-son duo appeared to have taken a decision.

Smilingly Mr Bhalla said," Mrs Bhalla! Let us consult our family pandit for 'shubh muhurat'."

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