Loove marriage…

One weekend recently, I asked my uncle (the Punjabi one) to pick me up from my new place on his way home to the baarder. When he came by, my landlord was loitering near the gate so I introduced them to each other and they a pleasant chat in Punjabi reassuring each other about the safety of the little girl (me). A couple of days, my landlord asks me, “Your uncle, he’s Punjabi. But you…..?” For I obviously don’t sound or look remotely Punjabi. I confirmed my madrasi origins while saying the uncle was an uncle by marriage. That zapped them further and he said, “We don’t marry our children outside the community”. So I said it wasn’t my grandparents choice, my aunt decided herself. And the mystery unmystified itself in their eyes.

“Ah! Love marriage!”