Bride and Prejudice

I knew it was going to happen when I saw a jet black raven, the first thing in the morning, cawing desperately on the tree outside my window. The pain was right outside, all big and bulky. It was one sight I hated, feared, dreaded. Sweety Aunty was such a delight wasn’t she? The iron-wallah, far down the lane would be giving me know-it-all smiles in no time. For as loud and shrill as an owl was her marriage proposal for me. Mr.Perfect, her son, was the one who was supposed to be my perfect match. I planted a huge smile and sat across her blushing furiously, which she unfortunately mistook as romantic embarrassment. He’s tall, a geeky medico, straight down from the United Kingdom, fair, well built and what not and whatever! One hell of a Sweety aunty’s replica is all I have to say. Uggh!! He didn’t mind my qualification. I just had to be an ok cook and a loving wife, she said. Man, what kindness! A geeky medico from the U.K…one hell of a Sweety aunty’s replica! No way… I tried to shut my mind off, but the shrill whine seemed to rake into my brain and wake me up. I shot an irritated glance at my mom and she quickly shot back a look of pity. That one look convinced me, that Sweety aunt and her big bundle of joy, Mr. Perfect were by means lulling me into marriage. After all, Sweety Aunty happens to my dad’s cousin and well my dad’s fraternity – that’s one thing my mom’s allergic to. She can even tolerate lizards, I swear! Now I relax and give her a shy smile. I’ve decided to play along.