One Sunday morning, I received an invitation from a
friend of mine, Mr. Sohail. I had come back from U.K to my native place. So, he
invited me to lunch. I got up early in the morning and started getting ready.
My sister gave me a cup of tea early in the morning. Then I took my bath and
got ready. My sister then again asked me to take some snacks and tea hut I
refused to take it as I was more interested in reaching my friends house. She insisted
upon me to take a heavy breakfast but I ignored her request. I went out of my
house and stood at the bus-stop. I boarded the bus. Meanwhile the conductor
came and asked me to buy the ticket, I asked him to give me ticket for Model
town. The conductor frowned upon me saying, It is going in the reverse
direction, you get down at the next stop and catch another bus. I was
baffled for some time. Then I alighted from the bus and again waited for the
bus going to the Model town.
I got the bus and reached Model town. But
surprisingly when I reached his house, I found the door locked. I was puzzled
and thought whether I had come to the right place. But a little later, as I was
gazing and pondering, a neighbor of my friend came and asked me, For
what are you standing here? Do you want to meet someone? I replied. Yes,
I want to see Mr. Sohail here. He immediately replied, But
he has living changed his house last Wednesday and has gone to Samanabad.
I got his address from his neighbor.
Frustrated, I came back to the bus stop. I was
feeling hungry. Soon it started drizzling. I was now in a fix as to what to do
and what not. My confusion became all the more confounded by the torrential
rains. I had refused to take morning breakfast in the hope that I would take it
at my friend’s house. At this stage my anger was mounting. I was cursing myself
as well as my fate. But soon the anger got the better of me. I made up my mind
to meet Sohail.
I made my journey to Samanabad and reached his home
rang the door bell. Kamal, ( Sohail’s youngest brother) came out and greeted me
with a Hello, uncle. The moment I entered the drawing room.
I saw the parents of Sohail sitting on the sofa. They offered me a seat and sat
quite modestly. As I was about to talk about invitation extended to me by
Sohail. Dolly (Sohail’s sister) came with tea. She was looking like a pretty
and vivacious damsel. Now the elderly mother of Sohail began to talk very
politely, Look son, the invitation to tea was a joke. as you know today
is First April - Fool’s Day. But you are fortunate that your proposal of
marriage has been accepted by all the members of our family. I was
thrilled to hear these words coming from the august lip of Dolly’s mother. My
joy knew no bounds. The facial expressions of Dolly were quite attractive. Her
silent looks pleased me as she was making silent expressions of love. We had
the tea to our heart’s content; I rushed from their house in order to convey
this happy news to my parents. This day, indeed, was the funniest and happiest
day of my life.