Alright let’s say your hanging out with your buddies and get into a bit of a daring contest. They being your good hearted mates, dare you to drink something disgusting, let’s say in this case a salty thick butter milk concoction. You drink it and don’t feel so good.
A few hours later you have a rishta to go to. You look good, are groomed, but something isn’t sitting right with your stomach. You get the to girls house, sit down on the couch with members of the both families in the room. They know each other and have friendly conversation, you try to join in, but your stomach really isn’t feeling well right now. You feel any second now you might…
So the girl comes in moving a trolley, looking beautiful and serves you tea. You take a few sips and that’s all you can take. Out it comes. You feel yourself pitching over and before you know it, your stomach acids are all over the floor, and unfortunately… the girl.
yeah…
Any chance of saving this situation? What if you really like and want to marry her?
You apologize profusely, send the family flowers the next day and try your best to set up another meeting. This time have the family come to your house and do your best to be as hospitable as possible.
Honestly, I wouldn’t dare do that. I’d much rather clean up the mess that I’m to blame for. Leaves a good impression anyway. My hands would do the mopping while my eyes be busy adoring something.
