Enough is enough...

I had been to a wedding ceremony recently. I was expecting to meet many of my nearest cousins and relatives but not many could make it as it was on a weekday. I somehow could escape my work and go. So bored I was without a good company in the marriage hall that I was just going around to see if I could find someone interesting to talk to. I did find. A man clad in white shirt and dothi of around my father’s age advanced and greeted me. I smiled and replied back though he totally looked like a stranger to me. He spoke so much as if I am known to him for years together. I was cursing my memory and was running all kind of searches in my brain to spot this person but in vain. My bad luck that he realized that I forgot him though I was trying hard to enact. In minute’s time, he was so annoyed that I forgot him and he almost scolded me. He asked me how I could forget my dad’s best friend and the fact that I have been to their house often in my childhood. So pathetically I was apologizing. There came a third person to whom he was complaining. Oh god… I wasn’t ready to face another person. To him, he was saying “It is so disheartening that your daughter doesn’t remember me”. That’s when the third person said, “my daughter is in the US” :). This man in white dhoti turned around, looked at me and said sorry with the same stern face. I just grinned and ran away as I was already awaiting a chance to elope from that spot. Silently I went and sat besides my mom thinking “enough is enough”.