A Friend Indeed


Some real life stories are stranger than fiction. Sometimes you should never question why some things happen in your life because you can never get an answer to that.

I grew up in a middle class family in Ramnad in South India. I had a good friend and we were inseparable, almost joined at the hips. Everyone said that we were more like brothers than friends.

Then my friend met this girl.

You will call me a MCP if I say, “And there started the trouble.”

But that is the truth. My friend fell in love with this girl. He was so enamored with her that he could think and talk of nothing but her.

He proposed to her and she, like a good south Indian girl blushed red and told him, “You will have to come to my parents with a marriage proposal. I cannot do anything against their wishes.”

My friend was afraid to tell his own parents about his love till he was sure of gaining her hand. So he begged me to go and talk to this girl’s parents first to ask for their approval.

Foolishly I agreed to do his bidding. When I approached her parents and told them of my friend’s wish, her parents were very magnanimous.

They neither said yes nor no.

They only said, “We have two daughters. We  cannot get the second daughter married till the first one is settled. Please wait till my eldest daughter is married.”

Would my friend wait? No. He was in a hurry to marry the girl. He was sure that the girl’s parents were just making up this excuse to hoodwink us. He was distraught for many days.


Then he had a brain wave.

“Why don’t you marry the elder sister?” he said. “Everyone says that we are like brothers. Now we can really become brothers-in-law and we can be inseparable even after marriage.”

I balked at the suggestion.

My father was a stern disciplinarian. He was of the old school of thought that ‘like should marry like,’ in the sense that we should marry people of our own caste only.

The girls were from a different caste from mine and the irony was that the first daughter was much older and not that pleasant-looking as her sibling.

But my friend talked me into marrying the girl. And I had to do so without my father’s approval.


My father washed his hand off me. He has not talked to me these past seven years.

Has my friend married my wife’s sister whom he was so crazily in love with?


Two weeks after my wedding, my best friend, the one who swore that we would be inseparable, met with an accident and died.

PS: My wife’s sister is married to someone else now and leads a normal life. Only I am bereft of my friend and cut off from my parents. My wife is a good woman. But still…!

Gulsum Basheer   http://talkalittledo.wordpress.com/



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