Yet Another Beautiful Dream

Me and my family are at this girl's place. We are talking general stuff and i suddenly find myself all alone with this girl. She's very pretty and is wearing a saree. We talk about a lot of things, and suddenly, in my dream, i realise that what's happening is part of "poNNu paakkaRa padalam"("bride-watching" :P episode in an arranged marriage?). I seem to like her very well and suddenly we are walking(or just standing-not sure) hand in hand! She seems to be very emotional and quietly happy. I learn that her Date of Birth is June 30, 1985(about five and a half years younger to me). That seems to bother me. I ask her if she's ok with the age difference and before she could say a thing, the beautiful dream comes to an end.

I watched Sivaji Thursday night and that could be the reason for this dream. Rajni and his parents frequent Shriya's house a couple of times before their eventual marriage, and those scenes are pretty long and elaborate. Coincidentally, June 30 happens to be the birthday of one of my closest friends- very worst :P

As much as i fear marriage(s) in general, and arranged marriage(s) in particular, this dream is by far one of the most beautiful dreams i've ever had ;)

India will treat you like a Queen, my girl!

I've always wanted to go back to India for good and I still do. There was one astronomical concern though. I was not concerned about the big bucks...not wholly.

How was I to survive in India leaving my American love back here?

My first acquaintance with her happened in Pittsburgh, more than a year after i moved to the United States. Was it love at first sight or smell or touch? I don't think I can solely attribute the reason for my love to one of the above...it was something else- something that I cherish till this date and will for years to come. She was blazing hot but was bitter about something(she still is sometimes, depending on my mood though). I tried my best to cheer her up and within seconds she showed me how sweet she can be. I learnt that she was born in Seattle and that she was nine years old when I was born. Well, to be honest, it did not matter to me.

Then what some people would think is magic and what I think was a matter-of-time happened. I met her in Cincinnati, right inside my university. I started meeting her frequently, but could not open up to her, for i hadn't started earning then. A man needs to have some money before he can love without any inhibitions, doesn't he? "cruel world", i used to think. The coffee shop had become our vantage meeting point.

My love for her reached it's peak after i moved to San Diego. As you must have guessed by now, she was here too, ready to give me company wherever i went. But India? I felt again that it was a matter-of-time, but how long will i be able to wait? "If your love is true", I told myself, "she will come to India". But somehow, there was not much optimism left in me, despite the fact that India is westernizing a lot and that she might not find it hard to feel at home and prosper there.

I was worried that I'd end up missing her badly in India.

Now, there's no concern. She has decided to come to India...she's even planning to go there before I do and wait for me to make my arrival special. i'll perhaps even get a chance to embrace and kiss her right at the Arignar Anna International Airport...

you won't be missed dear, for I'll come to you soon...