First, over sweets and tea, they speak of ancestors, professions, and the general nature of the boy and girl. But the real conversation happens later, between the fathers, where the practicalities are discussed. From my stool in the corner, I saw my father's face grow still when they mentioned the expected number of guests and the jewellery. In my sister's case, the quiet accountant—that is me—was asked the next day to calculate if we could manage it all without loans. So, while blessings are exchanged openly, the actual approval often waits for a man like me to run the numbers and whisper "hobe" or "nahi" to my father.
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