Hey all, kaise ho sab? App sab ko mera JUHAR and NAMASKAR. I hope all are safe and sound during this pandemic. 

So, the story continues……

I was a fatso at the time of my wedding, when my parents started the journey of “finding damad” for me.  I remember, in total four candidates came to see me. I was in my final year of graduation degree. There was always a mixed feeling tickling in my heart or you can say a fear of selection or rejection just like we test our love with a flower “he loves me he loves me not.” 

As I said before I was a tomboy at that time, a free soul. I didn’t do makeup, actually I didn’t know how to do makeup. Never wore  bindi, bangles, or any kind of accessories like other girls. I was dressed like a chomo but with a strong and brave heart.

When the 1st candidate came to see me, I was  dressed as a girl as society accepted us with a salwar kameez and a sari,  ha ha ha don’t get me wrong. I mean to say I wore a salwar kameez, made a pony tail and entered  the living room with a tray of tea and snacks. My heart was beating fast. But when I saw that guy I was stunned, because he was a thin guy, almost half of my weight. And after he saw me, the result was obvious I was rejected by that thin guy. 

And then my mother was very upset with me, she started scolding me for my weight. But I was in my own world of happiness because at least I was not getting married. I was happy.

After some days there was another guy that came to see me. Uff!! not again my brain and my heart shouted. 

At this time the marriage broker got a fat guy to match my fat body. But when I saw him I was shocked again as the guy covered half of the sofa on which he was sat. 

And this time I rejected him. Yippee!! I rejected a guy I was enjoying. But my parents were in tension because of my marriage and for my fat body. 

Then the 3rd candidate came and this time also due to some reason the proposal was rejected, I can’t remember the exact reason.  So, let’s move to words the final candidate MR HUSBAND.