Trixlia has been facing a problem with her parents for the past few
months. Frequently, she has been at loggerheads with them from refusing
to marry the person proposed to her. Day in and day out she has been
racking her brain how to overcome this problem; the proposal was
torturing her mind. "Why can't you agree to marry this person, Trixlia?"
Her another questioned. "I don't like him." "Trixlia, how many proposals
have you rejected? This is the sixth one." "Because I don't like him."
"Even the first proposal you didn't like; you told the same thing to the
second proposal and all the others."
Trixlia remained silent and sobbed. "Daddy won't allow you to have
your own way." "But mummy, I don't like this proposal; I won't marry
him." This reply was like a stab in Felicia's heart; she was
thunderstruck. "You must be having a connection with a boy; that's why
you're rejecting all the proposals and refusing to marry him." The
mother remarked angrily.
"Yes, mummy I've a connection with a boy for about two years. I want
to marry him." She confessed her clandestine love affair to her mother.
Felicia was flabbergasted. "Who is this boy. We don't know head or tail
Felicia broached the subject to her husband Fredrick. He was a
retired estate superintendent. When he heard this he was furious. He
beckoned Trixlia and gave her a piece of his mind. "Look here, we've
brought a very good proposal; the boy is from a high class family; his
family matches ours. So be prepared to marry the one we've arranged for
"Daddy, don't force me. I want to marry me choice." She replied with
tears streaming down her cheeks. "No, we can't allow that. You must
marry the boy we've proposed." Fredrick told emphatically.
"Daddy, now I'm 25. I must have the freedom to choose my partner."
"We'll have to find out the boy's family background and his caste. If he
is a low caste fellow it will be a disgrace for you to marry him."
She was still in her reverie. She remembered how her father summoned
her and talked to her in a belligerent way. "Felicia, tell this fool
that the boy she wants to marry is not from a good family."
"Do you hear that Trixlia?" Felicia questioned her daughter. "They
belong to a low caste," said Fredrick, "and not high caste like us. What
is more, the parents can't speak English. Trixlia must be crazy to marry
"Are they rich?" Questioned Felicia. "If they're rich they must have
a car. They're lower middle class people. The boy's father and his two
brothers are working in someone's leased farm. They're illiterate people
and don't have polished manners. Are we fools to give our daughter in
marriage to such a rustic family?"
Trixlia was determined to disobey her parents. She wanted to avoid
this marriage. Her mobile phone rang; this pierced her reverie; she came
around. The caller was her boyfriend. "Sumith I have a big problem. My
parents wants me to marry a boy they've proposed. The marriage will take
place in two months."
"When we meet again I'll tell you my plan. If you follow my plan you
can stop that marriage." "You know Sumith, my father has met your
parents." "Yes, Trixlia, my parents told me my family is not a match for
your family." "What did you say?" "I told them we love each other. So, I
want to marry you."
With the effluxion of time Trixlia and Sumith met a couple of times
and hatched a plan to thwart the marriage. "Now there's one month more
for your marriage, Trixlia.
You must pretend that you like this proposal and cooperate with your
parents. Don't show any opposition but win their confidence." "I hope
I'll succeed." "If you do everything to precision, you'll succeed. I'll
meet you on that day on the dot."
At last the wedding day dawned. From morning there was a hubbub of
activities in the house. Throughout the day visitors were pouring into
the house. Trixlia welcomed all of them with great joy. Her face always
was wreathed in a smile and her parents were happy over their daughter's
In fact, they were surprised at the turn of events. By evening the
parents were really busy in arranging various things pertaining to the
wedding. By twilight the garden glittered with colourful bulbs; soon the
wedding night dawned to the jubilation of all. Trixlia informed her
mother that she must get ready and walked upstairs to her room which was
almost at the end of the house, just before the pantry. All the people
were engrossed in their various work downstairs. Then Trixlia hurriedly
carried out the work she had been asked to do. It took her some time and
thereafter she phoned Sumith. "I've done everything as you advised; now
it's 6.30 p.m. In an hour's time my mother will come with the bride
dresser to dress me and accompany me downstairs. So you must come here
on the dot at seven."
Time flitted fast; Trixlia was overcome with trepidation and anxiety.
She was facing the daring moment in her life. By seven she heard the
distant toot of a vehicle; no vehicle was sighted but the rev of engine
of a car was heard. It is 7.05 now. Just as Trixlia had told Sumith, her
mother knocked at her bedroom door. "Trixlia, open the door, the bride
dresser has come." There was no sound. She tapped the door louder.
"Trixlia, have you fallen asleep; quickly open the door."
There was no response. The silence was a puzzle to her. Felicia began
to sweat; she was crestfallen. "May be she is in the bathroom", she
thought. Inspite of her tapping the door remained closed. Felicia
alerted others about and the door was forced open. What did they see on
the wedding night?
The horizontal metal bars of the window were cut and wrenched and two
sarees were knotted to each other and one end was tied to the middle
wooden bar of the window. Trixlia had done the vanishing trick!
The names are fictitious