Searching for groom is a daunting task for a girl’s parents. But when the ‘boy’ and ‘girl’ fall in love, without setting eyes on each other, it is a weight off their shoulders. Sheila shares her ‘bride-viewing’ story with us.
Have you fallen for a voice?
Is your husband’s love for you measured in feet?
Read my story and you will know why I am asking these absurd questions.
When my mom decided that it was time for me to get married, she began her work in earnest. Sons of friends and family, were called to mind, inquired into, probed in detail and rejected. Then marriage brokers were called home. Their list of prospective grooms was scrutinized, short listed and argued upon.
Finally my mom settled on a ‘boy’ whom she thought seemed ideal. Initial phone calls were made. Bio-data were exchanged. Then a day was fixed for the ‘boy’ and his family to come home for the “bride-viewing.”
The doorbell rang. My mom answered the door. The guests entered our house and introductions were made. I was standing in the kitchen all agog, waiting for my mother’s signal for me to enter the living room to meet the prospective groom. In my house, there was a curtain between the living-cum-dining hall and the kitchen. I was standing just behind the curtain, eaves dropping on their conversation.
Among all the voices coming from the living room, one voice bowled me over. It was a rich baritone voice, dynamic and confidant, speaking in faultless English.
It was the voice of the groom!
I was captivated. I fell in love with the man, even without catching a glimpse of him. I prayed fervently that I should marry the man who had such a mesmerizing voice.
That day, my guardian angels worked overtime and every thing turned out well. Our marriage was finalized and on an auspicious day we became husband and wife.
On my wedding night my husband told me that when he first came to my house, he could sense me waiting impatiently in the kitchen, just behind the curtain. All he could see were two pedicured feet. He told me that he had never seen such beautiful feet before.
He was floored. He decided instantly that I would be his bride.
To my great pride I learnt that my husband’s voice was so good that in the All India Radio Plays, he was often called to essay the part of Jesus Christ Himself.
As for myself, for the past 35 years of my married life, I have never missed a pedicure appointment. My feet are always clean and my nails polished and bright. When I hear the latest hit song on the Tamil movie, ‘Moonu” (Three) which goes, “Are her eyes more beautiful or are her feet more beautiful?” I feel that they are singing it for me.
Story by : Sheila – Written By: Gulsum Basheer@talkalittledo
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