By the fifth day, I could see thethought forming in the family's collective brains. If this fellow had to choosehis own bride, why couldn't it be someone like Sameera? On the sixth day, whenVivek called from the airport saying he had cut short his Guatemala trip andwas on his way home, all had a million things to discuss with him.
He arrived by taxi at a time when Sameera had gone to the University. "So,how was Barbara's visit?" he asked blithely. "How do you knowher?" mother asked sternly. "She's my secretary" he said."She works very hard, and she'll do anything to help."
He turned and winked at me.
Oh, I got the plot now!
By the time Sameera returned homethat evening, it was almost as if her joining the family was the elders' idea."Don't worry about anything", they said, "we'll talk with yourparents." On the wedding day a huge bouquet arrived from Barbara.
It said......
"Flight to India - $1500.
Indian kurta - $15.
Emetic to throw up - $1.
The look on your parents' faces - priceless"
PS: got it as a forward mail...
