The journey to marriage
W hen Rumi boarded the bus, she was already too late to get a seat. She stood bewildered among a crowd of all males. Her short height added to her embarrassment as she could not get something to cling to lest she should fall. Finally, she found that the vertical rods could alone give her refuge and moved her left hand around it to make a grip through the inner part of elbow while her palm held the folder just below the chin. Her right hand wasn't free either- the arms secured a hanging purse while the palm held a pack of 3 kg of sweets of the best shop of the city. She was not just tired but even nervous. Slowly even the strainous posture began to feel cozy but then, "tujhe sab hai pta hai na maa". This was her ringtone for her mom's call. "What a timing Mom?" she murmured and somehow using her pre occupied hands picked up the call, "Hmmm Mumma.....yes yes I'm on my way.....ummm....approx 2 hours from now i will be home......(frustrated) what do i ...