Blog Marathon: Sunday Post
So, I met her first at my own wedding. She was preparing for her MD entrance exams then and while her exams were just round the corner, she had refused to let them stand in the way of her attending my wedding. Needless to say, I was touched.
She came home at about 10:00 am on the day of the wedding and I took an instant like to her. I felt I was meeting someone I have known for a long long time....it was weird in a way.
Anyway, thats not the story. This blog post is about what happened the day after my wedding. Obviously, my 'vidai' had happened and I was not there when this happned, but this is how it went.
So she had been up till late in the night for my vidai, had come back to our place and crashed. You know how it is with the house of the bride the day after the wedding. Ours was no different. Chaos reigned supreme.
The morning after Mum was in the kitchen making tea when she thought she should wake her up.After all, she had a train to catch.
So Mom went to the room she was sleeping in and whispered her name.
She spoke out her name loudly.
She again spoke out her name, louder than last time.
Still no response.
Mom literally shouted her name and tried shaking her.
No respose from her but my Masi who had been sleeping next to her was wide awake by then.
Right, now Mom is paranoid. Sample this:
Me: 'Mom, I have a head ache'
Mom: Beta, it might be brain tumour. No, it has to be brain tumor.
Me: Mom, I am tired.
Mom: Thats a common symptom for cancer. Oh my God.
You get the drift. So anyways, coming back to the story. So there was Mum, still recovering from the vidai of her lovely daughter, without any sleep, standing infront of a girl who lay still. The girl was not moving. Neither was she responding. That is when Mom is believed to have said this to no one in particular in a horrified tone:
'I think she is dead'
Masi gasped and in true filmy style brought her hand to her mouth for effect.
'oh My god!', Mom is believed to have panicked.
She then went to Dad's room and conveyed to him the news that she believed that the sweet girl who had come to attend my wedding was dead.
'Please chaliye, dekhiye to kya ho gaya hai usko', she said pulling my Dad out of this bed.
Dad,a doctor by profession, then went to her room and checked her for life.
'She is fine', he said turning to look at her.
'but...' said Mom confused.
'She is just sleeping!' said Dad as he gently shook the poor, tired girl awake.
On that lovely note, let me introduce to the bloggers, Neha, who is going to write the next gues post. She is a beautiful, intelligent and veryy sweet soon to be surgeon from one of the top MD colleges in the country. I have the honour of knowing her and you will have the chance to read her first guest post.