It was a gala wedding by any standards of the day and also the bride was no less rotund than the prevailing trend. Even as Rathi was appropriated by the groom’s family, I was overwhelmed by our batchmates. And that depressed as well as relived me in the same vein. As our return trip proved to be an encore, as we waited for baggage clearance, I knew the time was up for me to go back to square one.
“Why not we have lunch at our place?” she said taking me by surprise.
“I would love that but.. “ I said as that didn’t sound like a formal invite.
“Don’t worry, as my mom no longer eulogizes MBAs, and who knows, now she many sing paeans for LLBs,” she said extending her hand.
I took her hand and, hand in hand, we walked out of the Delhi Airport.
Ravinder Singh’s prompt [*] for “Write India Campaign of Times of India” 2015