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How not to meet your girlfriend's parents

    "So how did it go?"
    "Why yaar? Your dad started with his war stories again?"
    "I wish!"
    "Vinay did something stupid, isn't it?"
    "Yea... Well... Kinda."
    "What happened?"
    "Well... You know how nervous Vinay was about meeting my dad, right?"
    "Un.. Hunh.. Yea."
    "Well... He was sweating even before he got here. So when he reached, he went for the faucet in our back garden to wash his face."
    "And... it was a trap."
    "Your father knew he was coming?"
    "No. I mean an actual real-waala trap. Dad set it up for the vermin. Vinay got his toe stuck in the trap."
    "And then?"
    "And then what? Vinay started screaming and yelping. And you know my dad... He got his pistol out. When Vinay saw the pistol, he started wailing on the ground like we were the Al Qaeda or something. We had to take him to the clinic."
    "Like... seriously?"
    "Seriously! The very first time my dad sees him, he's crying!", she says, "What a wuss!"
    Both of them laugh.
    "Why are you even marrying him?"
    She smiles. "Well... He's kinda cute," she says, "and rich too," and winks.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Every weekend, we give out prompts to rekindle the love of writing in all you creative writers.

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