I had a perfect arranged marriage, where we both were just dummies and parents finalized everything.Though telephonic conversation of 7 months, I didn't get to know anything much about him.
After marriage , on the way to their home, I felt very uneasy . Brought in a metropolitan city , I was familiar with lots of building and traffic, but here I was being taken deeper into a jungle. I can only see trees and hills . Very nervously I sat and just glanced at the stranger with me,my husband. He seemed least perturbed and showing no signs of emotions , sat chatting with his brother in law.
A fear gripped in my heart , where am I taken to . My cell was with my brother and I was alone with a complete bunch of strangers.
Nearing his house, I got a bit of relief , there were houses nearby and lot of people gathered to welcome me.
I entered the house with the lamp ,as per our custom and walked toward the pooja room. Since it was old house , I had to walk along a dark corridor which leads to the pooja room. Keeping the lamp in front of diety, I looked in to room where I am going to stay.I was escorted in by his relatives after some time, they left . His sister asked me to close the room .Though I felt something fishy , I did as she told.
After sometime , i heard noises from the other room some men were invited to drink . Utter shocked I just sat still in bed , my eyes brimming with tears cursing my parents where the hell did they send me.
Coming from a very disciplined family , I never seen my family members drinking or smoking. I grew up with that notion that it not good in our Indian Culture.
After half an hour my hubby came in, looking at me he asked me what happened . I told nothing. I looked at him and enquired when my parents are coming. As a part of the culture , they have to visit the grooms house after sending their daughter.He said get ready they will reach now.
My mother entered the room and instantly knew I was disturbed. I took her aside and told they drink here. Grinning from ear to ear she told, they stay in the hills and its a part of their culture.
I stood staring at her not knowing what to say , I knew my journey in this new life will not be a bed of roses.An entirely new way of culture was waiting to engulf me.
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