Chapter 12:- "Who is he?"

That person whom I don't know looks young in age. He is in a pink colour kurta which has an elbow length sleeve and on that, he has a light pink colour coty and white colour pajama. He has a black thread band on his wrist on the right hand and he has a watch on the left hand. He has worn Mojadi on his legs. He is tall, handsome, and has a beard. He takes the mike and starts singing a song on the love of daughter and Father in the Gujarati language. Music is playing in the background on the stage by a music band. He sings beautifully and we all listen to it carefully. The lyrics of the song are amazing and Meera starts crying while listening to this song. I hug her and try to calm her down. I also cried while I was listening to that song and other people in the audience also had tears in their eyes. Me and Meera both cried and people who were trying to calm us also had tears in their eyes. Meera's father and mother are also crying.

Lyrics of that song are about when a girl goes to in-laws house she misses her home and the garth where she used to live at her father's home. How she as a child used to request her father to eat Roti made by her and how her father missed roti by hand and now couldn't find a test of that kind roti after travelling many places. How about being a child and playing a game to become a grown up and have the responsibility to change her life.How she complains about her father while living in the house that ' is that too hard to afford my meal' and her father tells her that 'Don't say that. It's not like that but you can't have a meal in this home your entire life'. 

I don't know what is the exact reason that we all get emotional. We get emotional because of the lyrics of the song or because of his singing which forced us to feel the lyrics.

Tomorrow after the wedding Meera will leave the house and this song makes all of us feel the pain of a daughter who has to leave her own house.

After seeing all of us emotional he finished a song and told us that 'I love Meera and she is my dearest sister so I wanted to sing this song at her wedding. This song has amazing lyrics that show the love of father and daughter and that's the reason I choose this song to sing. I want to represent the love of father and daughter by singing this song. I want to change all the audience moods and especially Meera's mood and want a smile on her face so the next song is for you my dear Meera ' 

And he starts singing a second song. This time he sings one beautiful Bollywood dance song. Everyone's mood changes again and they smile and they all start enjoying music. Meera is now relaxed and enjoying the music. I'm happy because Meera is now happy. His performance ended and everyone clapped for him. 

I'm not sure why I feel that his singing makes Meera cry or the feeling of leaving home tomorrow is the reason. And I'm also not sure about the reason for Meera's enjoyment of the song again because of his singing or his choice of song.

He tells us that he is Meera's brother. Meera is the daughter of my uncle. (My Mother's brother) I don't know anything about him, not even his name. I even saw him today in this Sangeet Ceremony and I didn't see him yesterday nor even him at Meera's home before her wedding when I came to her home.

He attracts my attention to his wonderful singing. I love his singing. 

After his second song finished, my uncle again took the mic and announced that now please give a big round of applause for all the performances given by Meera's all brothers. He announced that the break is over now.

Again the singer on the stage starts singing and this time they sing a song for Ghoomar's performance. So me and Meera are the first to start Ghoomar, then other females join us. 

After a few minutes, I again take a break for drinking water and I notice that the same beard guy comes with a sword in his hand with a smile and confidence on his face. By this moment I know that he has the skill to play with a sword. 

So females who are doing Ghoomar stop when they get tired and again all sit on one side of the ground. Me and Meera sit together with our families.

On the centre of the ground that beard guy comes first and starts playing with a sword and then my brother joins him, then my other cousin brother joins them on the ground and music is playing in the background. They all do it very carefully and beautifully.

I observe that he plays with the sword very skillfully like he was doing it for many years and I am simply amazed by his talents. 

Who is he? Who can answer this question? I can't ask this question to my auntie because their questions will make me feel dizzy. I can't ask my brother this because they would start giving me the advice to focus on my own business. I can't ask my uncle not to my parents also. Only Meera can answer my question without judging me so I will ask her. 

He has made everyone emotional by his one song and by his next song he made everyone happy and danced to that song and now he entertains everyone by playing with the sword.

After a few minutes, they all stopped playing with a sword and everyone gave them a big round of applause.

Then we all start playing Timali to the beat of desi Gujarati songs, and then we all dance to Bollywood songs.

End of this ceremony is done by Ras on the Gujarati songs.

So finally the Sangeet Ceremony ends. It ends at 2 a.m at night. Music is now stopped. We all are now returning home. Me and Meera are the first ones to reach home from the ground while others are coming in a group doing gossip. 

Today is an exhausting day for all of us but still, we all enjoyed it a lot. 

My whole body is exhausted and still my mind does not stop thinking about him and it still has one question: 'Who is he?'