The Daily Post: Try a new point;One topic, three takes Post by Ranu

My second daughter decided to get married.The groom and the bride were more than ready to tie the knot. It didn’t matter, what my feeling was.I suddenly remembered this is a different age,here decisions are made by the two people,at least it was in my case.

i received a formal invitation and was reminded to send a reply. My daughter called me one day and said,”Mom you have to walk me down the aisle”. This was entirely new to me. However,I agreed.

I went to Dhaka bought all the sarees she wanted me to bring. My husband and I bought  jewellery for all three. I was happy to be a part of this solemn occasion.

She decided to have two ceremonies,one wearing a sari and another one in a bridal dress. I was given the responsibility of reading a ¬†poem by Tagore. She picked out the poem,it was translated in English. I had some family friends who came to celebrate this occasion. The morning of the wedding she called me,I waited to hear what she had in mind,instead she told me to help the groom’s mother with the sari.

When the time came for the second ceremony,I watched her walking down the aisle with a physician she met in Halifax. I stood there looking like a fool. I could not believe my daughter would insult me this way.

The dinner was served. I was seated at a different table,away from the bride and groom. At that point I lost all my feeling about everything.I just asked God,’Why was I humiliated by my daughter’, I knew the reply, ‘I guess I told myself I have done too much for her maybe this is my prize’.

It has been three years since this event took place.I did not hear from her. I am confident I never will. She’ll probably show up to know how much she’ll inherit!

DP Daily Prompt: (YAWN) Post by Ranu

I am bored by a lot of things. A long Bollywood movie which has no story,but depends on fighting scene to entertain us, is the worst thing.I do not know who likes it,to me it is a sheer waste of time.

What makes me yawn is when I watch the the Oscars and the winners keep talking. I say to them,you have your trophy,now get lost.

The one that really irritates me is when I go to the shows,where the hot shots talk without stopping.These are the places when I really am stuck.I cannot leave.It looks rude to do so. This is where I pretend to listen,but doze off and wait for the speaker to say his/her last lines.I am so happy I don’t mind applauding,not because of the speech but because it has come to an end!