Ramya entered the room with a determination, today she will talk to her parents about him. It’s been 4 years now, they have been together in thick-and-thin, finally, it’s time to make it official.
Coming from an orthodox Brahman family she can foresee a conflict of opinions and choices. Ramya is the eldest daughter of the family, with two siblings – younger sister and a brother she is prepped for an emotional battle.
Her father loves solving crossword puzzles in the evening over the family coffee time. She often helps her dad with one or two answers, but today is the day she throws him a puzzle herself.
‘Appa, I want to talk to you and Amma about something’.
‘Hmm…’ studying the crossword section carefully.
‘Appa, did you hear what I said. I want to talk about something, to both of you.’ she repeated, knowing well his concentration is on the forming words.
‘What’s it about?’ her dad asked uninterestingly.
‘I… think, I want to tell you about… I mean’ she mumbled with the words.
‘Ramya, pass on the empty cup from Appa’s desk.’ mother sitting at the dining table.
‘I have to say something and all you guys are bothered about is a stupid crossword and empty cups.’ she whined irritatingly.
Her mother and father both looked up to face her and asked, ‘what is it?’ simultaneously.
With whole attention on her now, she jumbled with her words. Unable to understand what to say, she simply added, ‘tomorrow I will bring home a guest, be presentable and nice.’
Next day she met Ibrahim and narrated the entire scene from last evening. He giggled and laughed listening to her gibberish conversation with parents.
‘So now you want me to face your Amma and Appa to get roasted like a coffee bean, huh?’ he teased her further.
‘You have to come, Ibrahim, I can’t stand in front of their grilling eyes, alone. They will eat me alive!’ she squeaked wide-eyed.
‘Firstly, that’s absurd as your parents are vegetarians. Secondly, stop being anxious, you are making me nervous too.’ his reply was comforting.
‘What are we gonna do, if they don’t agree?’ she prodded.
Ibrahim shrugged his shoulders to uncertainty.
‘Whatever it will be, we will face it together babe, No Matter What!!’
The post is written as part of #A2ZChallenge & #BlogchatterA2Z. To read the previous post, please click here. My theme this year is Short Love Stories.
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