Will you both please stop fussing and buy it already?” “Guys, this is as good as it’s going to get.” Preet’s had enough.
No one needs to go to that many furniture stores just to find a place to put their butts. This is legit the fifth store we’ve been at today. And the best deals, no matter how much comparison shopping that might mean. They didn’t want to be scooped up and dragged along, either, but our moms always get what they want.Īnd they never settle for the first thing they like, or even the fifth. It’s just my mom, my masi-mother’s sister-and my cousins Preet and Geet. Male opinions were deemed unnecessary, I guess. My older brother, Navdeep, got to ditch, along with my dad and uncle. It’s the day before sophomore year starts, and everyone else is probably last-minute speed-reading summer book assignments or taking the final beach trip of the season, but I’m stuck in Peach Tree Mall with my family, picking out couches, chairs, and coffee tables for my masi’s new house.Īctually, correction-I’m picking furniture with the women in my family. The late afternoon sun spills through the showroom windows of Singh’s, a cluttered, comfortable Indian furniture store popular in this part of New Jersey. “Simi!” Mom yells, and I know when she says my name like that she’s either going to buy this thing or walk out of Singh’s Emporium and start over. Someone give me a medal for not screaming. I tilt my head to squint at the abstract geometric design of the cushion. They balance the coffee table nicely, too. “The pattern on the cushions has such positive energy. “These colors are a great match, no?” Mom thinks maroon and gold are predestined to be together. But today they’re making me want to rip the stuffing out of the beautiful silk cushion I’m holding, just like our dog, Sweetie, did when she was a puppy. Stuck with them since birth, I can usually put up with this. My mom and masi are third-generation professional matchmakers, so that’s the way they see everything.
It’s actually the way my family sees pairing people. Welcome to my life, where this isn’t a bit of feng shui or vaastu. There must be balance, harmony, and excitement between the sofa and the side table, the lampshade and the rug-just as there is balance, harmony, and excitement between two people who are perfect for each other. Matching furniture is like matching couples. T HE S HAGUN M ATCHMAKING G UIDE chapter one Those who make such accidents happen are blessed indeed. Sometimes an accident is no accident, but a way to bring hearts together.
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