‘Grandma, this is to invite you and grandpa for my engagement with Pranesh. I am sure you both will like him as much as I do. We met at a common friend’s party in Jaipur and fell in love at first sight. We both have also fallen in love with the Pink city and have decided to celebrate the event with a few friends of ours. Hope unlike Papa and mama you and grandpa will not have any objection to our getting married shortly after our engagement, most probably in Delhi where my in laws happen to live’ read the letter from my grand daughter Sneha.
The first thing that struck me was whether the person Sneha intended marrying belonged to our community because his name gave no clue.
Could he be a Punjabi, Gujerati or a Sindhi? I wondered and ruled out all the possibilities as the name sounded very South Indian, I concluded. Could he hail from our own community by any chance? Ran my thoughts. Sneha never mentioned his sur name, probably it was deliberate, I felt.
All the same I persuaded my husband to attend her engagement and lo and behold, when we did it was a pleasant surprise. Pranesh was none other but a distant relative of ours whose parents and Sneha’s parents (my daughter and son-in-law) have snapped their relationship after not being on the best of terms over a few decades.
It was obvious that the two youngsters were not aware of each other’s existence until chance brought them together, I felt and was happy about their decision.
n.meera raghavendra rao