Second Wife (Part 2)


19.1.2016
Dear diary,
It’s been over a month since I first met Aditya. I am sorry for not telling you important stuffs since so long. I would like to tell you that the past one month was a roller coaster ride of emotions!
I have shifted to Pune. Things feel different but nice.
What happened after I reached home? (18.12.2015)
 I wasn’t sure if we could meet again. Yet I had replied that we would meet soon. It was more like a slip of tongue. And dear diary, slip of tongues is not mere words by fault. They carry some amount of hidden desires too.
Of course I wanted to see him again. On the way back home, Trisha clutched my hands and exclaimed, ‘Damn he is hot!’ I fluttered my eyes and looked away. That’s the classic look I throw at people when I feel confused. What does she mean by he is hot? Why was she staring at him that way? I even wondered if taking her along every time was a bad idea.
Maybe I was thinking too much. I have been thinking about it and the whole situation since quiet a long time. 
Arranged marriages are easy. Somebody chooses a partner for you, and all you have to do is meet the person, lift the sweets and pop inside your mouth, stare at the probable spouse of yours, enjoy the palpitations, the tingly feelings deep inside, blush, discuss.. wait wait! The list goes on. But I had done nothing of this sort.
I merely stared at him. You would be wondering, what is the point after all? Did I like him or not? Of course I liked him. In fact this concept of arranged marriage came as a blessing upon me. I could no other way be able to meet such an interesting person otherwise.
Though I sat like a doll before him, Trisha blabbered most of the times flashing her cleavage all the while, his mind was very much focused at me. He was interested in knowing me. ‘Damn! I have spent days wondering what if I had spoken up, expressed, told him about my hobbies and other stuffs, asked him about his likes, dislikes, damn anything!
That day when I returned home after the briefest meet, (I also cursed this people for calling me up so soon.) Everyone asked me if I liked him, if he really looked as fair as he looked in his photographs, if he spoke well etc.
I nodded and all the while felt if I could just get another chance to see him again!
‘Oh he is super good. If at all Archana says no, I shall marry him!’ Trisha said and winked at me. I recalled the ways she would use the best pencils and erasers. She could easily snatch things from me as she spoke out. Expressed, asked what she wanted and on the contrary, I sat nodding like a Dodo.
‘I like him Aunty.’ She announced looking at me. How easily could she say that? At the very moment, I was quiet impressed of her snatching abilities.
‘Archana? Didn’t you like him? Tell me what happened?’ My mother seemed confused and scared. She often hesitated with the thought that Trisha would be companying me. ‘What if the guy likes her?’ she had said.
I had a weird calmness in me, in this regard, I believed, “If at all he is destined to be mine, he will be mine. No matter if Miss World or the most interesting girl stands next to me.” I had a gut feeling that he had liked me too. How? Umm fingers crossed.
‘I am asking you something.’ My mother yelled at me, wiping sweat beads on her forehead with the end of her dupatta.
‘I like him. He is umm nice; he talked well and has also asked if he could see me again.’ I spoke breathlessly and looked at Trisha.
She giggled a lot more than usual and said she was kidding. One glance at her and I knew she was not kidding. I felt as if I had saved my pencil from been snatched by her.
My grand pa entered in and asked if I liked the guy. I nodded and smiled. ‘His parents have asked if you can meet him again.’ he looked straight into my eyes.
‘I hope you didn’t act too smart before him. Why is he finding it so hard to decide if he liked you or not?’ he spoke in a louder tone.
I found it very funny. Though I blankly stared back at him. His wrinkled face looked more withered when he was angry and he was angry almost all the times.
He often perceived everything negatively. It was a matter of happiness that he wanted to see me again. My inner Goddess had a merry dance.
I walked towards my room, Trisha and my mother followed me. ‘You really liked him?’ She asked.
‘I like him and yes, I wish to see him again.’ I announced assertively and looked at Trisha. ‘This time alone.’ I had a lump in my throat by then. It was the very first time I had mustered up courage to speak up. Well, good things happen only when you let them happen.
I was looking forward to the next meeting.
To be continued. . .




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