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Would you propose to the man of your dreams? A sweet little love story.
While all over the media you hear about honour killings and bride burning, here is something that may make you happy!
A sweet love story I heard the other day…
This girl in my office – met her in the wash room and went ga-ga over the lovely clothes she wears 🙂
I know she just got married, because she was wearing those lovely bangles (Choodas?) which the north Indians wear after the wedding..
Just generally discussing, and I asked her if it was an arranged marriage.
She says, Na! love marriage…we were in the same company, know each other for 4 years.
RM: Wow…so is he a Punjabi too
She: no no, he is an Oriya
RM: Super…so how did it happen?
She: well, we really didn’t go around, but then about an year ago, I got this job offer, I came here and started missing him
RM: Awww! how sweet..then?
She: Well, one day we were talking on the phone and I proposed..and he said ‘okie’
RM: Seriously?
She: well, he just said okay and then I was like oye, why didn’t you propose then?
And he said ‘well, I do like you but would have been heart broken if you had refused, so didn’t have the guts…and I knew you have the guts in you to propose to me’.
and then she blushes.
RM: Awww! thats so totally cute rey..
She: so well, proposal on the phone and then he talked to his parents and I talked to my parents and then they were okie from both sides..so there we got married!
RM: wow..no issues from your parents, isn’t that great!
She: Totally, both sets were pretty cool about it..
RM: now, that’s a lovely story to tell your children…Ma proposed, Pa accepted and lived happily ever after
She: Blushes
Sigh! such stories sure make me feel that there is still hope in this world!
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