Next two-three days were spent in opening the luggage and giving gifts to everyone and then Mum opened her pitara and showed what she and sister have shopped for months and what all preparations they have done and what is all remaining. Then, the pressure started building as we have not been to PK’s parents place yet to meet them. I asked Dad to book our ticket and next day we went to meet PK’s parents. My in-laws!! After they visited us here in Sydney and created dramas I have kept distance from them, I have lost all the feelings towards them. It was so awkward when we reached their place not only for me but for PK as well. It was weird to be in a completely quiet and uncomfortable environment after being pampered and showered with love from my Mum & Dad. It was awkward to sit and chat with them. We had dinner, answered few of their interview questions like – “How much we paid for sister’s wedding gift? How much we have budgeted to spend on sister’s wedding?” and such. I was fuming already at these questions because it is none of their business.
We gave them their gifts, went to our room and went to bed early. Already asked them not to knock our door (as per their habit) in the morning to wake us up, we will wake up at whatever time we wish. MIL can’t see us sleeping past 7.00 AM, so much that she wakes up 4.00 AM – 5.00 AM and waits to hear the toilet flush sound from our bedroom so that she knows we are awake!! Anyways, so while we were sound asleep in the middle of the night at about 1.30 – 2.00 AM, we heard a knock at our door. I covered myself with blanket up till my head. PK opened the door to find MIL standing. She asked PK to close the tap of our flush-tank in our bathroom!!! It was so annoying. I don’t know why it was that urgent that she couldn’t sleep and she came to our room upstairs, woke us up and asked to just close the tap. No, the water was not leaking, no, the water was not flowing. It’s just that that tap will stop the water flow in flush tank, that’s it. Still we let it go.
Next morning we had planned to go shopping for MIL’s sari. We woke up, got ready and were having our morning tea. PK asked for Khari-biscuits to eat with tea which my Dad gave to us from Surat to give to my in-laws. Khari biscuits from bakeries in Surat are very famous, everyone loves them. Here is how their conversation went.
PK: “Mum, take out those Khari-biscuits from Surat no, we will eat those with tea”
MIL: “Kya pura din Surat-Surat laga rakha hai?? Nahi milegi, jo rakha hai wahi khaao” Translating to – “What is this Surat-Surat rant?? I won’t give you those, eat whatever is kept on the table”
PK and I did not utter a word after that. I know more than me, PK was deeply hurt. It was so hard to even take a sip from that cup of tea. I don’t know how we drank that tea. Trying to forget everything, we asked MIL & FIL to get ready to go for shopping. We bought MIL a beautiful pink & sea-green color saari to wear during sister’s wedding. I bought one saari too. While returning home, again there were silly questions from MIL like “How much you paid for TP’s saari??” PK’s reply was so funny & witty. He said “You know how much total I paid right? You know how much was your saari for right? Then you also know how much was TP’s sari for.. so why all these questions?? Due to the biscuit incident in morning we were reluctant to eat our lunch at home so we ate some sandwiches outside and returned home.
Frankly speaking, I was suffocating in that environment where every step of PK & mine was like under surveillance cameras, every morsel of food we eat was counted, every piece of cloth we wore was measured in monetary value. Lucky that we stayed there only one night otherwise I would have gone crazy. We returned back to Surat that same evening.