I
was watching that movie “Newton”, when I remembered an old story.
Long long ago during my college days, I witnessed a cute communist wedding. The card was hand drawn with the most beautiful calligraphy I have ever seen. The message was simple. I have met my life partner and am embarking on a new journey and would like you to come and bless us. The marriage didn’t have any fuss, not even a pujari with those hard-to-understand mantras. The couple came and sat on two chairs. He like the usual jholla wala in kurta pyjama and she in a crisp cotton saree. He tied a yellow thread around her neck and they then exchanged garlands. For us guests, hand full of sweet boondi was served. That's it. The invite clearly said – no gifts please. So I didn’t. But many did bring gifts.
These two were post graduates and joined the student wing of the communist party many years early. Over time love blossomed. Then the marriage. I thought this was the end of the story but was wrong. Years later I met the man again. Broken and walking slow and shaky. I soon learnt that he and his wife joined the naxalites and went underground. Then he was caught by the dreaded greyhounds and by the time he was released he was a mental and physical wreck. We kept in touch for some time. The top question on my mind was – where is the wife. I could never get myself to ask him nor did he volunteer any information.
#coupleIknew
Long long ago during my college days, I witnessed a cute communist wedding. The card was hand drawn with the most beautiful calligraphy I have ever seen. The message was simple. I have met my life partner and am embarking on a new journey and would like you to come and bless us. The marriage didn’t have any fuss, not even a pujari with those hard-to-understand mantras. The couple came and sat on two chairs. He like the usual jholla wala in kurta pyjama and she in a crisp cotton saree. He tied a yellow thread around her neck and they then exchanged garlands. For us guests, hand full of sweet boondi was served. That's it. The invite clearly said – no gifts please. So I didn’t. But many did bring gifts.
These two were post graduates and joined the student wing of the communist party many years early. Over time love blossomed. Then the marriage. I thought this was the end of the story but was wrong. Years later I met the man again. Broken and walking slow and shaky. I soon learnt that he and his wife joined the naxalites and went underground. Then he was caught by the dreaded greyhounds and by the time he was released he was a mental and physical wreck. We kept in touch for some time. The top question on my mind was – where is the wife. I could never get myself to ask him nor did he volunteer any information.
#coupleIknew
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