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The old man used to sit quietly after taking the crop from his son. Kirti's marriage was just a month away. The daughters were completely focused on making dowry. This was the first marriage in the house. The whole family was trying to ensure that there was no shortage in the marriage. The entire service of the baraat should be taken care of. Day and night plans are made, destroyed and then a new plan is made. The girl's father and brothers were of the opinion that the marriage should be a 'balle-balle' kind of marriage, it doesn't matter if they get into a lot of money, they will do as they please, as long as the marriage lasts, it happens that the partner puts his fingers in his mouth and watches. Kirti's marriage remained in people's memories for many years.
There were no less boys. There too, the boy's mother was in charge. She wanted the wari to be made in such a way that no girl's wedding in that village had ever seen such a wari before. Together they had made a nice heavy set of bangles, but when it came to making the wari, the matter got stuck.
Kirti's mother-in-law wanted the wari suits to be stitched according to the girl's choice. After all, it is she who will wear it, if it is not made according to her choice, then what is the point of spending money! The married boy was simple in his thinking and the boy's father was also a yes-yes man to the wife. The mother had been insisting the boy for many days to call his father-in-law to take the girl to Ludhiana next Wednesday, from there the idea of getting the wari made from a good showroom came up. A good boutique will match as many suits as they will stitch.
When the boy's call reached his in-laws, whispers started in the house whether to send the girl or not. Finally it was decided that if the next person is called willingly then what is the harm in sending the girl? Although Kirti had the habit of watching the current fashion on the net, she knew which suits, sarees, sandals, purses are in trend these days, but she rarely went out. She was scared from inside because she was going with Baganas for the first time. “Mother! Will you also not stay with me? She asked her mother.
“Foot! If you don't have Kamli, then look for Kamli in Kamle House, I don't know what to do there, Kuldeep Veera will go with you, he will go to the nearby shop and you will go with them and buy clothes.”
“Oh! Mother! I am all alone…?” The girl was shrinking from the pain.
“No son! If you don't do this, you will have to stay alone with them for four more days.” Mother wanted to increase the graph of self-confidence of her daughter at any cost. The girl's grandfather Harnam Singh was watching everything happening. He was remembering the time when people used to spend less on weddings. There was simplicity in everything. People used to get graves made and get many boys married at one time. Harnam Singh and his younger brother Sham Singh were also married in the same way. Families used to avoid debt. People used to live a simple life and were always happy. At that time no one was mentally burdened and no one committed suicide under the burden of debt.
“Oh! what merry fairs those days were.” Baba heaved a great sigh.
That day was Tuesday. The next day, on Wednesday, the girl was called by her in-laws to make her Vari. The old grandfather was sitting quietly and watching everything. Her uncle was doing this wrong thing, but who would care about that thought! His condition was like the swinging merry-go-round in a fair. No matter how long he sat and thought, he did not stop.
He took the handle and went straight to the room where the whole family was sitting and discussing. He went among them without being invited and said, “Even if you do not consider it necessary to take my advice in any matter and do everything according to your own will, still the opinion of the wise has some importance, that is a different matter.” It does not matter in the changing times, you do not take a girl to Ludhiana to dress her in the dress of her choice, the kind of lifestyle your Jats have, they do not hide from anyone, do not get up without taking loans and borrowing from the landlords, that is all.
Those curtains are made in such houses, there is no one left who has bags of money in his house, if clothes have to be made then either cash or loan has to be taken, if it is a girl then the house has to be mortgaged, first of all it will become clear that the girl will no longer have the love and respect for me in her heart. I also know that it will be better if you do not send the girl.”
“And listen, when the next person calls you for tea, don't send anyone.” The girl's mother said bitterly. She made a face as if to say, “Who has called you here? I did not invite you. I am the groom's aunt.”
“No brother Basant Kure! You brother in law! The little girl is still young, you don't know about these deep rums, there is benefit in not sending the girl, the women of that house will make the wari's tiur themselves, you request them with folded hands to bring the wari at any cost, they will sew the thread for us, and the headship of your house will remain. Consider yourself educated.” Saying this, the old man went to his room holding a cane.
“Bapuji is right, why are you people like this! Ajit Singh thought deeply about all the things and wanted to know the opinion of his sons.
“Yes father! Baba ji was right, the things he told us, we had never even thought of before.” Then the whole family agreed on one thing that the girl should not be sent. The girl's brother Kuldeep started dialing his future brother-in-law's phone number to inform him about tomorrow's program.
