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desperate attempt to please. She steps into her furry slippers, shaking her sleep
off, gathers her well‐behaved, straight black hair and twists it, securing it in a
bun, with her purple plastic butterfly clip and then immediately peers into her
mirror. Small black eyes look back at her and she turns sideways, the face in the
mirror looks at one cheek and then another for pimples. Satisfied, the image
disappears as Jigisha steps out and returns the mirror back to what it always
held: translucent lavender curtains and the hazy Gulmohur petals, their colour
muted by the curtains. Jigisha’s room, with its lacy, diaphanous curtains and
pink, frilly bedsheets is exaggeratedly feminine and aggressive in its pursuit to
recreate the ambience of Madhuri Dixit’s bedroom in Dil To Pagal Hai, a movie
which Jigisha had watched eleven times to date. Jigisha thinks about the events
lined up today and feels excited and apprehensive, apprehensive and excited, a
vague sort of confusion: excitement for the Independence Day and the satsang
meeting and apprehension for the matrimonial meeting with the Desai family in
the dim‐lit Woodstock hotel. The hotel is dull and boring, nothing of the kind
that its name suggests.
The Times of India matrimonial ad that she and Aayushi had sat up the
whole night drafting, was ultimately greatly revised by Preetiben. There it was,
all expressed neatly, succinctly (each letter cost Rs. 20!) Jain, Sthanakvasi, pretty,
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