Ruse, Muse, Obtuse

Another normal Saturday morning dawned in Mumbai. It was a morning like most others with the exception of the one tall unsuspecting man who woke up at a time he usually goes to bed.

The airlines go about their usual business of taking off early, landing late and leaving behind little red bags at the departing airport. A sleepy eyed girl steps of the plane. blessed Friday nights when sleep evades, especially when one has a morbid paranoia for missing early morning flights. YAWN. Aah the bag hasn't reached. Hope it does with the shampoo bottle

Man and girl meet up and head off for breakfast where another man and his dad have almost finished the entire buffet. They have eaten enough to feed an entire army for 15 months. Yawn it is still too early in the morning. they head off to a coffee house as caffeine was definitely the order of the morning.

They head back to the airport and wait patiently, the flights are late as usual. This particular airline is notorious for it. So the girl stands on her toes to spot whom they where there to pick up. And finally she spots her mother when she comes out and stands five feet in front of her.
So they pick up the girls parents and get dropped off at their abode for the rest of the weekend.

Scene shifts. Its dusk in Mumbai now. Man's house, he and his parents await patiently for the girl and her parents to come. They finally come. Thus they met with smiles, formal talk and then ganging up and embarrassing the man and girl.

Scene Shifts. Lunch with a medley crowd. Lovely place where everyone is seated around a long table in the middle of the restaurant. So without fuss a tikka is applied on the man by the girls parents followed by everyone around the table. Then the man's parent's apply a tikka on the girl.
thus they where marked for good (by the mafia?)

The jokes about applying tikka for a bali ka bakra begin to die down. Reality sinks, by such a simple deed the deal is closed by all partied involved.
Yes, and so I've been marked for my man and he for me.