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A quick tale 131

A groom for Shoefiend's cousin*

What do you mean 'you don't like his personality'? You've only seen his photo!, thundered her father. How can you say you won't marry him by just looking at his PHOTO?
Have you had a look at yourself in the mirror lately?, chipped in the mother for good measure. With your looks, do you think you're going to land a film star?
You're not getting any younger. You won't have a market for long, added the grandmother who may have been referring to the wilting bunch of spinach she was cleaning.
Shoefiend's cousin sighed. And tried to decide which film star she fancied enough to want to marry.

Meanwhile in a land about 21 kms away, the young man whose photo had been the subject of the aforesaid discussion, was telling his mother about the photo she had handed him. I don't know...but she doesn't shall I put it? Personality? His mother leaned across to look at the photo herself. She agreed. And then asked her son if her blouse matched her saree.

*prompted by Shoefiend's comment here . Deepa, since you asked.


WA said…
HaHa so nicely written.
Deepa said…
ha ha Thank you Ammani. I am on my way to mail my short story to you.
Taruna said…
Story of my life, with a few minor alterations!!!
Sowmya said…
why do people think of 'personality' in terms of looks? personality is so much more and most of the time not related to looks. it really pisses me off when ppl do that.
You know my thoughts on this already. As excellent as my mother's filter coffee :)
Anonymous said…
this is good.. I tell you you are consistently good.. I like that
Madhu said…
blog-hopped here....enjoyed reading ur quick tales.
tilotamma said…
Have you ever thought of doing what anand suggested - arranging a series of your shorts to evoke a particular mood or something to that effect?
Amrita said…
that was really funny and yet the humour was slightly dark...but nice one!
ashok said…
amrita..wat do u mean by dark?
Diviya said…
"You're not getting any younger. You won't have a market for long"... haven't I heard this before. I suppose families will never stop scaring people into marriage. Sell the cow before it gets too old to give milk. Right!
Pappaya Pie said…
sniff sniff...dunno if to feel better abt not being the only one or to feel worse abt the fact that i ain't teh only one. Is it like a southie phenomenon or wat...?! SOmeone said sometime back, "we southies spend too much time in the sun checking if the mangoes have turned the right shade of pale green for the's teh sun i tell you!"
Anonymous said…
nice one

-- hurry.
hems said…

how true . but will the things ever change. Nice story
Eroteme said…
Ironic indeed...

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