Jaswinder was so happy , her marriage was finalised for saturday . It was a whirlwind rishta,  sarpanch sahib's son was here from Canada and he had seen her in the Gurudwara for the Baisakhi celebrations and well rest was history. A roka the next day , how could her father refuse after their pleadings, and insistence for her hand in marriage. Her father was a mediocre farmer , a couple of acres, a mortgaged tractor and dwindling prices and a loan that refused to go down and the college bills. And , Sarpanch sahib had promise she could carry on her Masters in  Canada. This was one thing her father had never compromised , education . Jaswinder , knew her dreams would be all true.

An NRI marriage, a life in Surrey , ( she had googled the area too) and then a job in her favourite line computers.  She found him attractive too, he was a cut sardar , with good looks and the way he  looked into her eyes ,when he had asked  if she liked him and wanted to marry him. The accent , iff that was too die for, and the funny feeling in her stomach . Was this love?

She didn't know what was she felt? she knew that he was someone he felt like embracing and kissing. If anyone knew her feelings, they would be like Tauba , tauba , sharam nahin aundi ( chaste Punjabi  that meant don't you have nay shame) . It was forbidden for a young girl of 22 to even have sexual feelings . The backward belt of Malwa , was not known to be forward in its thinking for the fairer sex. At best , if the girls were allowed to live , they were used as chips in the marriage market to cement and further the standings of the family . And, she was an exception , allowed to do her masters by her father. 

She had so much to do , rousing her self from the bed , she was going to the city , to shop for her clothes, and some jewellery to match her outfit. Her in laws had told her not to spare any expense for the wedding day and she was going to this boutique-wali who had promised over the phone the new magenta and orange lehenga .

The marriage was a dream come true , flowers and laughter, the mehendi on her palms and everyone had kept on raving about how pretty she was . Her tikka with delicate pearls had framed her forehead and the make up girl from the city had applied water proof mascara so she would not ruin her eyes.

Leaving her parents ,had been harder than what she had thought. Aman ji had hugged her and held her in his arms promising to make it easy for her. she had loved him for that .