In early 1990, I told
my parents, “I love a woman. I want to marry her.”
They said, “Wish you
two the very best.”
They did not even
ask, “Have we met her?” They had not.
My love experienced
the same in her camp.
The parents did not
offer any assistance. They expected us to arrange everything–from the
invitations to the honeymoon. Our friends offered zero-interest loans but they
wanted a grand party.
In mid-1990, we told
our respective parents, “The marriage’s not happening.”
They shrugged.
End of 1990, my
parents told me, “We have found a girl for you.”
I shrugged.
In early 1991, I got
married. I did not have to do anything. The wedding was grand. Friends had a
great time. The gifts were lovely–especially the honeymoon package. Even the
bride was okay–my old love. She too had milked her folks dry.
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