How difficult can it be for two people to stay together?!

 

Rachna grappled with this question as she saw marriages around her crumbling. This book is a culmination of her observations and experiences as she talked to, cried with, and shared the pain of these couples.

Rachna brings to you six refreshing stories in ‘Nuptial Knots’. In her effortless and simple style, she tells a powerful story through each of them, still managing to toss in subtle messages as well. All the six stories are based on real stories, each opening a new vista for people to look at marital tangles.

Natasha and Sujay discover that when young people meet, fall in love and decide to marry, they face the daunting task of rallying around families, often from diverse social, economic, cultural backgrounds to get them to reach a meeting point.

A task akin to orchestrating a difficult symphony: with most musicians having varied levels of commitment or interest, some even being hostile.

You meet Simran and Vikas who unravel the need for setting a good, sound foundation for marriage.

Often, the glamour associated with planning a wedding overshadows the glaring facts that should be considered before saying ‘yes’. Young people drift into ‘arranged marriages’ by abdicating the responsibility of the decision to others, not realizing that the brunt would have to be borne by them.

Then, there are Junaid and Zainab who are hit by Cupid’s love darts.

David and Tina are caught in coping with each other’s whims, and wonder if they made a mistake about choosing each other.

Your heart goes out to Nandini who discovers that Nabendu’s heart still beats for the woman he loved before their marriage. She feels like a hapless insect trapped in a web she finds hard to fathom.

Finally, there are Shikha and Aditya who are working on maintaining a fine-balance in a long-distance marriage. They realize that matching needs in a long-distance relationship can be like manipulating a Rubik’s cube: just when you have six colours on one side, the errant three refuse to join in. And when you juggle to get them aligned, some of the rightly-placed ones escape. You then pause, and stare at the mess in frustration.

 

Natasha tried not to look furtive as she punched in a text message on her phone and sent it to Sujay.

“Don’t bring up those ‘I want 2 quit my job’ and ‘I want to study abroad’ plans of yours 2day.”

It was a balmy August evening, the sun was just tipping over the horizon. Natasha’s mother hurried to draw the all-important mesh over the windows, gently pushing out the wisps of ferns that were poking their heads in, like inquisitive neighbours.

“We have to be careful. The mosquitoes swarm in, otherwise…”

Natasha and Sujay were seated opposite each other, she on the sofa, that peeked from below its embroidered covers, while he was perched on a divan which was awkwardly high, causing him to rock his dangling legs against the tasselled edges of the rose-printed divan cover.

She gave him the familiar harsh glance, causing him to stop the annoying rocking.

They were sitting in Natasha’s house, their parents meeting for the first time, since they had broken the news about wanting to get married to each other.