by Fehmida Zakeer
parents will never agree to our marriage.
Anitas eyes filled with tears.
would be to get married first and tell them later,
Sameer patted her hand, dont worry, I
wont leave you.
and tried to smile. Both sat on the park bench
lost in thought. Finally Sameer got up.
to go, have some homework to finish.
Anita got up.
home hand in hand. Sameer said, I think we
should get married this weekend. Well ask
Tina to come with us; her sister eloped last
month, shell have an idea. What do you say?
with a smile.
proposed day of the wedding Sameer, Anita and
Tina made their way to the bus stop in the
unfamiliar bluish grey light of the dawn.
we going so early in the morning? Tina
asked stifling a yawn.
the registrars office is in the next town
and we have to get back by evening, Sameer
replied and added, Have you got the food?
is all in here. Tina patted her bulging
got your birth certificate? he asked Anita
who nodded a vigorous yes.
the money, right? Anita looked at him. The
three of them had pooled their money the day
before and Sameer had taken it upon himself to
keep it safe.
Sameer slid his backpack off
his shoulder in a hurry and balanced it on his
knee. The three of them stood in the middle of
the road and peered into the bag.
A few frantic
minutes later, Sameer cried out, Oh no, I
left my piggy bank on my table
The seven year
old hit his forehead with his hand while six year
olds, Anita and Tina looked at each other and