12 FEB 2010
Getting a brother married is not easy - the day began with a cold shower at five in the morning for everyone on the first floor of the house because I had forgotten to switch the geyser on at night. And Jivtesh got dressed up and dressed at 5 a.m. for what may be the first and last time in his life. It could’ve been love, happiness, the previous night’s batna – or maybe all three- but what a glow there was on his face.
Until last month I used to have this paranoid protectiveness about Jitu (he got married to Rubal and I got cured). The hour long drive to Nawan Sheher (where Rubal’s parents live) was rather nice at 7 a.m., but I kept on fretting over whether if he’d be able to take the pheras with a gurudwara full of people watching him. He didn’t help matters by turning back every few minutes and asking with a horribly convincing innocence – “How will I know when to get up and start walking?”…”What happens if I trip and fall?”