My dad received a call from a gentleman known to be one of his best friends.
After few minutes of ‘hi’…’hello’……the gentleman asked,’why didn’t you invite to your son’s marriage?’
My dad ,surprised at his question,’neither did he invite me ?’said. Then paused for a while and dialed a number.
My cellphone buzzed flashing my dad’s name. What followed next was no less than ‘the fat boy dropped in Nagasaki,Japan’.
I couldn’t recollect the exact date. But it was a very cold morning at Damanjodi. Being late to wake up I had no time to look at the notifications flashing in my mobile screen. When I returned from the duty I was surprised to see a lot of messages in my Facebook &mobile inbox congratulating me.I was dumb struck finding the fact that I am married.
Yes ! My relationship status in Facebook displays “MARRIED”.
A naughty smile caressed my lips.I didn’t paid proper attention to this prank played by my friend using my cellphone while I was asleep.I began to comment over the post…”wish I could.I won’t have to tremble in such an winter night of 3°C cuddled up inside a blanket.”
I never thought of any consequence that may one day come to haunt me in the middle of a night and corrupt my so long coddled the-most-decent-guy image in my neighbourhood.
Whatever….its over !
Thank God ! At least she didn’t see it.
By the way,if u know what I mean, who are they ‘she’ stands for ???