Many days passed. Bhola Uncle did not come. I later came to know by my mother that they had abandoned this idea of marriage completely. They had started looking for any other good match for me.
It was like a bomb which had fallen just over my head to tear me into pieces.
I could not fathom that how they did change their mind so abruptly. If there was anything wrong, we could always try to make it right, I said to myself so often when I was alone. I was also very frustrated to think that why the family of Nadeem had attached this unsavoury clause with this proposal of our marriage. Could they not find a bridegroom for their daughter in the world until this time?
The other disturbing news which hit me hard was that my doctor uncle, Anzarul Haq was going to come with a fresh talk about my marriage. He had seen a boy and he had almost liked him for me. The boy was from the district town, Motihari, and he was a diploma engineer. What he was doing now was not much clear to me.
My parents looked, somehow, excited and thrilled as the news came to them. They thought that it would be better for me, because, not only the boy was an engineer, but earning a good living. He would give me all the comforts of life. But, they had forgotten it completely that the material comfort was not enough for a girl like me, but love and kindness and deep bonding of relation which I had felt so intense with Nadeem. What happened, if he was not properly employed, but he was educated and owner of a good intellectual mind. He had the good understanding of literature and he could understand me well. Such people usually would enjoy the strength and capacity to do so, as I thought and presumed in those days.
A startling and uncanny thing also happened in that period as the world was conspiring against me. I heard that Nadeem’s older brother-in-law who was the father of my elder sister, Bilquees Bano’s friend, Shaista, and who had helped me in meeting with Nadeem, had offered a fresh proposal of marriage for his second daughter with my younger uncle, Asrarul Haq. My doctor uncle, Anzarul Haq had promised to look into it closely.
Another interesting and unusual thing happened at the same time was that one of friends of my younger uncle, Hafiz Imam Kaisar, had one day taken him to show one of his nieces who was quite beautiful and waiting for a good match. Her father was a medical professional and working in Saudi Arabia.
I had also heard about her. She was pretty and quite charming. In the middle school of the village where we had studied, she was a few class junior to me. She had a lovely round face. She was quite thin in those days and always wore famous film star, Sadhna’s style of hair which is known as Sadhna style. It used to provoke us a lot. We would laugh at her and make some negative comments. But despite of all her frailties of life, she looked appealing and inviting to us. She had just entered into her puberty which made her more stunning. She would always wear the...