Giving Away The Girl

Today was the Mandaap of my daughter's wedding. 

Thinking of this, a father's mind was getting very distraught. If everything goes well, will it not? 

I told Sanchi's mother, 

you worry like this, Sanchi'sfather.

everything will be fine. All the arrangements have been done so well. Why would something bad happen to you?

Remove fear from your mind and get ready. Sanchi's father. 

said that Sanchi's mother. 

got involved in her marriage work, which was coming near the evening. 

The mind was distraught with an unintentional fear. 

Well, as soon as I understood the mind, I walked towards Sanchi's room to meet the daughter.

As soon as I entered the room, Sanchi kept staring at me. Looked very cute. My little Saatchi.

Saatchi used to hold my finger till yesterday. She used to hold me with her small hands, she will not go. Wherever Papa left you, she often said the same thing.

How soon do these daughters grow up. Why does the farewell clock come so soon. 

I had not even been able to put my heart full yet. Thinking of a daughter, a father's heart became like crying.

Come on, 

Papa come in. Sanchi called as soon as I went inside. The daughter hugged me. andsaid, you did not tell Maa. They are asking for more money. 

No Sanchi not told yet. But where will father come from? How will all this arrangement be done? 

Why didn't you refuse them? 

I do not want to get married in which you have to pledge everything. There is still time to refuse those greedy people of dowry.

I explained to the daughter that all arrangements have been made. He should not worry, but the daughter takes away all the troubles of the father. 

Saanchi said Papa, I taught you to teach. This made me capable of standing on my feet. 

Then why this dowry?

I explained to her that good house and good groom meet very difficultly. 

You will not worry, everything will happen Putting my hand on his head, I got up from there and left. Saachi kept staring at me.

The time for the procession to come in the evening also came close. 

The guests had started coming. 

All the programs were running smoothly with moderate music. The baraat came to the door with the sound of band instruments. 

All the people had come to the pandal after the door ritual and were having sips of tea and coffee. Some were eating chaat and some were busy in meeting.

The boy's father and father called me aside and asked Sharma ji, see if the money has been arranged or not. If it had not happened, the procession would go back. 

I bend the neck without any mistake. Everyone was listening. There was no answer. Big. Even after the struggle, the entire amount of money could not be arranged. 

He kept saying, I kept listening. After a while, he sent the boy and said, "my son cannot be married."

Because the arrangements that Sanchi's father was asked to make did not happen. 

The boy necked down and I agreed and he left. 

The guests began to whisper. If the procession returns, who will marry Sanchi. 

I scared and put my turban on his feet. 

Sanchi also came running from somewhere and picked up the turban and said, which one cannot respect a father for just a little money. 

What will he do to my honor? 

Now I refuse this marriage to honor my father. 

I explained very much to my daughter and the boy's father, but neither daughter nor boy agreed.

I asked the boys in a crowded voice, "Is there no one in this crowd who can marry my well-deserved daughter because what would happen to my daughter today if this procession went away without taking my daughter." 

After a while a young man went ahead ripping the crowd and pleading, he said, if you think I am worthy of your daughter and if your daughter is ready to make me your life partner then please tell me, because you are the giver who lives. I will give the inherited heritage in my hands, so it will be your decision.

I looked at Sanchi with loving eyes. The fellow agreed with his eyes and with full custom, Sanchi's marriage was over and my daughter left before the eyes of those greedy poor. 

Perhaps this is the true and right  gift and right way to giving away the girl in a right hand.