A picture is worth a thousand words. Sometimes, a picture
could totally change a vague idea into a very real breathing and kicking thing,
assuming a life of its own, completely occupying you, consuming you whole –
body, mind, and soul.
Mine is a typical arranged marriage. You arrive at a
“marriageable age”. Your parents talk to you and put out a word about your
“availability” in their social circles. And you wait…
Then finally, a few weeks later, they find a “nice” boy.
They match your ages, heights, horoscopes, and a whole load of crap that’s to
be matched. And then, you exchange photographs.
When his photograph arrived, a few people at home looked at
it before I did. They started throwing around these random judgments – he's cute, he's handsome, nice, tall, etcetera, etcetera…
So, my indifference slips a little bit and I get a little curious. Finally, I
open the laptop and while his picture loads, my family throw in more
appreciative adjectives for my benefit. Amidst all this hubbub, I look at his
picture and decide – well, they are not wrong. He is one attractive man. It’s a
waist length photograph. He’s in this red and white shirt, posing for the
camera, smiling and all…
He had a very gentle and pleasant smile and I wonder “what's he smiling at”, though I knew that he was just posing for a photo.
He had thick and black curly hair which was well-groomed and
I wonder “Did he get a hair-cut done specially for this picture?”
His arms are long and strong-looking and I wonder what his
touch would feel like.
While going to bed that night, I wonder if he was going to
bed too. While having breakfast next morning, I wonder what's his favorite dish. I wonder what movies he likes to watch, what books he likes to read. I
wonder what his kind of vacation is. At every moment, I would think – What is
he doing right now, at this exact moment? Is he eating, is he working, is he
sleeping? Does he know I am thinking about him?
All of a sudden, he was this real, living, breathing person
whose existence I was not aware till now, who I had never met till date, yet strangely,
could not get out of my head. Not that I wanted to, of course. I shamelessly
admit – I was obsessed. I was obsessed and I just couldn’t wait to meet this stranger.
Fast forward six years. I’m married to this stranger, we have
an adorable little boy, who’s also a brat sometimes. And now, we register to
legally adopt a girl child. We fill up a truck load of forms, face innumerable interviews,
finish another truck load of formalities and then, we wait…
Here again, they match your requirements with the available
children and finally, a few years later, there’s a match – a nine-month old
baby girl! While speaking to the Children’s home about the baby, I hear some
appreciative adjectives – she’s very cute, she’s extremely active, healthy,
adorable... My nerves are a wreck (well, I can’t tell you how nervous I was)
when I opened the laptop and saw her picture and I decide – well, they are not wrong
– She’s one adorable little munchkin.
It was a tiny passport size picture. She had little
almond-shaped eyes looking not towards the camera, but towards a side and I
wonder “What is she looking at? What’s there that grabbed her attention?”
She had thin little lips, forming just a hint of a smile and
I wonder “What’s got her so amused?”
On her head were just a few brownish strands set slickly on
her head with a couple sticking out awkwardly from one side and I wonder “Has
some one combed her hair back so slickly or is her hair prim and proper
always?”
While having dinner that evening, I wonder what she liked to
eat – is she a fussy eater? While going to bed at night, I wonder if she likes
to hear lullabies at bedtime. I wonder if she liked to play peek-a-boo or would
it scare her. I wonder if she has a favorite toy, I wonder what she likes to
play, I wonder if she smiles a lot. At every moment, I would think – What is
she doing now, right at this exact moment? Is she eating, is she sleeping, is
she playing? Does she know I am thinking about her?
All of a sudden, she was this real, living, breathing person,
albeit a little person, whose existence I was not aware till now, who I had
never met till date, yet strangely, could not get out of my head. Not that I
wanted to of course. I admit I was obsessed. I was obsessed and I just couldn’t
wait to meet my little stranger.