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Samarth

We came back home, irritated and exhausted. I rushed straight to my room without making an eye contact with my parents. I had a little quarrel with my dear mother over the issue of this marriage. She kept on clarifying me how good the girl is and I kept on fighting about how bad the choice is. We both were on the verge of non-cooperation with each other, while my father was enjoying the lovely moment of us fighting. He neither shared his opinion nor became a part of it because he was focused on driving. He just paid attention to the drama we were having in the car. Although he listened carefully but remained silent. He knew joining an argument against my mother would become too heavy to carry on as no one can win from her.

My father was such a simple innocent young man, was catching fish one day, nearby a river and he saw her. My mom then was accompanied by her friends, dressed so exquisite and beautiful that my dad became a sufferer in love. It took almost one year and six months for my mother to say yes to my father’s proposal. Then what, I was theirs’s product of love and after me they stop producing.

This was the most tremendous mistake my parents did. Because not having a second child, all the pressure goes to me.

And right then the pressure was getting married to that girl who didn’t know anything of life and love. She thought her silly tactics would impress me. She spoke of the things as if I would get attracted to her. I preferred silence over unnecessary drama which presumably she was doing. She found me a simpleton perhaps stupid girls mostly do. Seriously could not believe my mom chose a stupid girl for a senior high-profile boy like me. That girl could never match my energy, my aura. I had a lot of things to say to my mom and convince her that she wasn’t perfect. I decided that today night at the dinner table I would spit out every single thing.

(At the dinner table)

On reaching the table, I paved a look at my parents. They looked average and usual as if nothing much happened. My father was reading some files while my mother was keeping dishes on the table. I thought my parents were over this marriage messy topic and they might stop disturbing me from this onwards but I was wrong. My sweet, lovely mother could never sit so placid and simply allow my arbitrariness. I know how her brain cells work and multiply thoroughly. Influence is her compass; persuasion is her best skill and last but not least, tears are her strongest weapon. I believed my mother must have thought of a master plan to coax me and so ………

When I felt something suspicious on the table, I thought to walk off before I fall for her trick. The covered bowls on the table alarmed me. The bowl was more like a marsh, kind of a boggy terrain. Unnerved by the strange manner it was kept, I faked stomach ache.

“Stop, where are you going?”

“Going to my room, mom. Its paining.” I hesitantly told.

“Sit down.” My mother’s authoritative voice sounded like a boss lady. Her one heavy command made my legs move straight to my chair without any resistance. My dad and my mom sat opposite and it felt like their eyes were talking to me. They obtained a face structure of CBI and I was sitting like a corrupted minister at the table.

“Let me start with butter chapatis.”

“Won’t you take the special dish?” My mom asked with a sly grin.

“No.”

“But you have to take, my son.” My dad spoke in the middle and I was shocked, not shocked but petrified. “From when did you start speaking?” I asked.

“Open it.” My mom asked me to open the bowl and I knew for sure there I was meeting the death sentence of my life. My hand quivered while I opened the first bowl and what I found there was a letter. I didn’t have to read the letter at all coz I knew what was written there. The letter was my admission letter to one of the renowned colleges in Switzerland.

Yes, the offer can be a life-changing opportunity for me but my mom added something extra to this offer. I shall be given a debit card with rupees 1 Lakh only and once it is finished; I have to work and earn. I opened the second bowl and it was carrot halva. I gaped for a moment; this could not be that easy.

Carrot halva? Amazing. There was something questionable about this halva. I stared at mom, mom looked at my father, and then my father looked back at me.

“Is this real halva or does it have preservatives of poison?”

“Either you choose your ticket to Switzerland or ticket to marriage.

“Mom….”

“The halva is made by the girl. If you choose this, I understand that you are interested in this wedding.

“But mom.” She cut me again in middle. “I don’t want to hear anything, choose this or that and then we are done.”

“A multiple choice has four options and you are giving me just two. This is unfair.”

“Ok, let me just make it fair, I would either seize your debit cards and all or seize your freedom. Choose wisely.”

“Mom” I screamed in middle.

“How can you not like that girl? She cut me again. “She is that one daisy.”

“She looks more like a red poisonous plant instead of a daisy.” My mom flared up and my dad glared and I stared at them. I ended up eating halva. Later on, I ended up in the washroom. I vomited like hell. My mom sentenced me to the deepest netherworld. Before my eyes, I saw my mom dialling ten digits numbers and announcing my death warrant. Everything happened in front of me and I couldn’t do much to combat it.

“Samdhan ji, hame yeh rista pasand hai or hamare bete ko bhi. (We love this proposal and our son too liked the girl.” She conveyed on the phone. I stood deadpanned there, my mom announced my life imprisonment with a random girl I don’t like at all.

However the interesting thing to notice was when my mom said that the girl liked me too. She disconnected the call and started dancing. I was like ……

“What the hell?”

“Amayra liked you too my dear son.”

Whoosh! Life turns to hell at that moment. I felt I was dipped in a shit of mud and not in chocolate fudge.

Damn!

“Mom , with this you have just put an innocent lamb on grill. You will see me burning.” I said pitifully. As usual my great mother paid no heed to my words.

“What is the benefit to born into a rich family? I asked myself dolefully.

Big question ……..

“She likes me? How?” How can she like me when I spoke with her so bitterly.” We even fought. On that pretext, I clearly conjectured that the stupid marriage marries issue will end if I continue to annoy her, and insult her. I noticed she got irritated with me so I continued to vex her more.

But what I got to hear now was that she liked me. She perhaps liked my money. Poor girl! She thought she could out-smart me but little did know the hidden demon in me.

I swore to irritate her until she decides herself to leave me.