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Journalism of Courage
Marriages are made in Heaven. They are only celebrated on earth. In the same vein, it can be said that the almighty has already fixed the pairs 8211; they areonly to be discovered.
This discovery is some times strenuous while in some few classes, it is just a question of touch and go. In my case, the story is rather strange, but nevertheless, it is entirely true.
That was my first meeting with my mate who after 17 years became my better half. The group photograph still in my possession, when shown to our grandchildren, astonishes them and with reluctance they accept it because they don8217;t locate us in the antique document placed before them.
Subsequent crucial milestones in the time span of 17 years were very few. But one interesting episode which might be termed as poetic justice or sweet revenge is worth mentioning. The fact was that my aunt was to marry my wife8217;s father. The marriage was to take place at Hyderabad. Invitations were duly sent to the relatives and acquaintances and my parents and I were almost getting ready to move to Hyderabad.
But it was not to be. My aunt was perhaps not willing for the marriage, but she had not enough courage to communicate her disapproval to her elderly brother and quietly she disappeared from our house just two days before her marriage without leaving any trace. It was no doubt a very anguishing and annoying happening which put my parents in an embarrasing situation.
However, the marriage took place on the same date from amongst the guests assembled at the venue. One eligible prospective bride was persuaded to fill up the blank and she tied the nuptial knot.
Starange are the ways of destiny. 20 years later, I was married to the daughter of the same couple at the same venue. The only difference was that instead of the girl from our family proceeding to Hyderabad, a girl from Hyderabad stepped into our home. The families which could not unite together in 1928 were blended in 1948.
Time is a great resolver of prejudices and bickerings. A span of two decades was enough to forget and forgive the follies committed unintentionally. All is well that ends well. The golden jubilee of our marriage is just one year old. Who can unfold the mind and plans of providence?
