â€œThey had calledâ€, her mom told her over the phone, â€œMr & Mrs. Nair want nothing from us other than your hand in marriage for their son, and it seems Milanâ€™s grandmotherâ€™s last wish was that he should get married in Guruvayur
, so your condition has actually made them very happy.â€œ
â€œThey feel itâ€™s in Milanâ€™s destiny to be your life partner and to stick with you till the end. They now want to meet us all at some place that is convenient for you both and discuss the further things that need to be taken care of. Shall I invite them over for dinner tomorrow night at the Taj? â€œ
â€œBut amma, how can I meet his parents alone? I mean, canâ€™t we arrange the meeting after you guys are here?â€
â€œListen dear, your father and I are flying down today evening and the three of us can have dinner together. I will arrange a place, donâ€™t you worryâ€ her mother said lovingly.
â€œNo amma, let me cook tonight. It has been so long since you guys have come here and I want to make something special for you both.â€
â€œOhh it looks like my baby wants to perfect her culinary skills before she starts cooking for her darling Milanâ€ She loved how her mom called her â€˜babyâ€™.
â€œOh God Amma, there is nothing like that. Now please donâ€™t start pulling my leg.â€
â€œChalo then, weâ€™ll meet in the evening. Bye dear.â€Â
Cooking always soothed her nerves and gave her peace and she enjoyed doing it. While cutting the vegetables and grinding the coconut, she couldnâ€™t stop thinking about what would happen at the Bharat Jagaran, how could she put in her papers within months of her joining. It would put an indelible mark on her resume – that she was a job hopper â€“ nobody asks you the reason why you quit so many jobs, all they care about is that you are a rolling stone who cannot stay still at one place and grow roots.
God knows how their meeting would turn out tomorrow, whether his parents would like her? Did the meeting of the two families tomorrow mean that everything was fixed? That Milan would be her husband? Whether Milan would have his own set of conditions â€“ she had never before thought of that, that he too would have his set of dreams and wishes. How would she tackle those?
While still thinking a lot, she made a quick aviyal and rasam, her mom loved aviyal and her dad had certified that Asha made the best rasam in the world; coming from her dad, that was a huge compliment. He was a man who believed in not wasting anything, and he practiced it by not wasting words by speaking much.
As she set the table for dinner, she smiled when she thought that soon, she would be cooking for him