They had been friends for a really long time. She had no idea he was interested in her while she had just the slightest fantasy of ending up with him. That day, when he called her up and said, "Hey, I know it is 2016, and it sounds outdated, I am having a swayamvar. And yes, before you ask, it can be a boy who chooses too. Equality, in your argument." "Why do you want me to come?", she asked unsuspectingly. "How can I choose a girl if you are not around", he responded and laughed. "Okay. I will be there", she affirmed her presence in his life. He was dressed in a bright, blue sherwani and looked every bit a groom in search of a bride. When she reached his home, a huge, palatial home in the middle of their town, she noticed they were all of a different caste. Not that it bothered her, but it was the first time she had come to realize they were brought up differently. There was a short puja that was performed by his parents and he was not...
From my heart !