Veda
Prologue “Dowry is not so common in our community”, said my perima, while biting into a piece of pizza we just bought. “That is true. It is considered a shame to demand from the bride’s parents. Although there are some people who still ask according to their convenience”, my mother added. We were reminiscing their childhood days over dinner. Perima had come over to our place for the weekend and we were enjoying the occasional pizza (occasional for them, as they hardly eat junk food) for dinner. “Who asks for dowry? Is there anyone in our family who did?” I asked. “Oh I don’t know. But your grandfather had to pay a huge sum to get his sister married. You see, back then, girls used to get married in their early teenage. It was a big deal to the family if a girl is 23 and unmarried”, said my perima. “I thought granddad’s sister was married when she was eight!” I said. “Not her. She was the elder one. She got married when she was eight. She left to her in-law’s p