me: You sound kind of low, kya hua?
she: nothing....just tired....
me: arre...you can tell me, whats bothering you?
she: I AM GETTING MARRIED!
me: (with fake emotions) really!!! wow, thats news......who's the guy?
me: when, how, ??????????
she: family friend, rich guy, extra-ordinary degree, plush job.......
me: and how is he as a person?
she: He is short! I really dont want a short guy...
me: You serious!!!!!!!! thats your only criteria..what about compatible and smart and funny and all of that?
she: cmon ya....I dont want short kids...thats important
me: (to myself: marry me, I am tall....)
she:BTW, i havent met him yet. Have seen his photograph, he's ok.
she: What do i do???????
me: marry me.......(there i said it.......but like always, it was rubbished as a joke)
she: i guess i'll call it off, i need to pursue my education...
me: An arranged marraige is not meant for you......you need to find love..
she: ya whatever............
If wishes were horses, Beggars would ride!!!!!
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even beggars with good teeth, if you love her tell her...tell her tell her now, I don't garuntee she'll say yes she might however feel loved for once in her life...
I think I spelt garuntee incorrectly...whaddya know i just did it again :D
Yeah its not meant to be sorrowful...is there hope?
are you hopeful?
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