Weight for marriage

She travels with me in the local train sometimes. I try sitting close to her to observe. Always holding on to her mobile phone close to her ear. Always talking about one thing - marriage!

She is fat, stout and with acne generously sprinkled across her face. She is loud and she desperately wants a husband.

I listen to her having an animated conversation with someone -

"Have you registered at Shaadi.com? No?? I have signed up at both Shaadi.com and Bharat Matrimony. Shaadi.com is hopeless. I don't get any responses only! Bharat Matrimony.com is suuuuuuperb! I got 3 responses the very day I registered! You must register yourself there. You are also 24 years old now. Start looking..."

I had to get off the train on the next station. I felt as though I was being pulled out of a theatre playing my favourite movie!

Two days later, I found myself sitting next to her again. What luck! This time she was talking to a prospective groom.

"Did you get the horoscopes matched? Oh! I haven't. I will ask my mother to do so. Yes, yes! We will meet. What will you be wearing? Okay. I'll be in a pink salwar kameez. Where will we meet? Oh ok...Barista is fine. See you! Bye."

I was a little dissappointed. I still had a station to go. She could have spoken more to that poor chap on the other end!

My joy knew no bound when I boarded the same train as her the very next day. She was standing on the foot-board. Inspite of the compartment being empty, I chose to stand close to her. I guessed that this time she was having a heart to heart with a friend.

"You know what? My father refused to let me inside the house yesterday. He said - first go to the gym and then come home. I was so hungry but I still went to the gym. What to do...If I want to get married, I have to go to the gym"

?

Gym when fat, slim when marriage and blimp after marriage!

What will happen to her?

Let's weight and watch!

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