The Moment Of Truth…

The Moment Of Truth…

The Moment Of Truth…

Saturday was a cloudy and unproductive day. I slept most of the morning away. Rahul, the security / cleaning boy, brought me chai and the freshly squeezed juice DN arranged to be delivered. For that he needed 50 rupees, but all I had was a 500 note. Rahul seemed frustrated, and didn’t take the money. He smiled though, and tried to seem reassuring. After he left, I found a 100 note. 😀 Poor Rahul…

I Skyped with DN, later that morning (as you may or may not know, he was home with his family). At one point, he laughed and closed his laptop. I guess someone was trying to sneak a peek. 😀 When he returned, he moved the laptop to reveal women smiling and waving. His sisters, I think. I couldn’t see, as the image was pixelated. Our call was soon disconnected.

Awhile later, it was time to meet his eldest sister for the first time. She had no idea what to say to me and I had no idea what to say to her. DN asked me to speak Hindi. I immediately felt embarrassed, and couldn’t go through with it. Every time I speak Hindi, someone always laughs at me. I blushed until it was time for them to go. I suggested they call me later.

I fell asleep shortly after, waiting for lunch to arrive. (My food is delivered, by the way, in an Indian style lunchbox, every day.) Rahul’s knock at the door scared me awake. When I opened the door, the tiffin was in front of the door and Rahul was fleeing down the stairs. It must have meant he was in the middle of cooking.

Later that early evening, me and DN were talking normally. Suddenly, DN sent a message asking me to wish him luck. I didn’t understand at first… But then I realized…

… This was the moment of truth…

This is only the moment I’ve been waiting for and fearing for the past… Forever.

I did so much research before coming to India, about intercultural relationships and that’s how I came across a few of the blogs I now follow. It gave me hope. Even though the horror stories I had read, were bad, I had just enough hope to carry on. ♥

I prayed for an hour and a half straight. I prayed that the deities that had been guiding us, were standing guard over our hearts in our solemn hour. Ironically, it was raining really hard, in Delhi.

My mind started to play tricks on me, and my thoughts were becoming fears, so I decided to stop praying and sleep, until I knew the result…

As soon as I climbed in bed, and closed my eyes… My phone rang.

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