e had a menzimyoer (matchmaker) in our village who successfully managed to find a match for a guy. After a formal ‘yes’ from both sides, the guy and the girl went to meet each other in a canteen.
The canteen would serve tea with samosa and crisp baekirkhaen (a type of Kashmiri bread). The guy went ahead by literally drowning a baekirkhaen in his cup of tea, littering its waste all over the table. He then used his index finger as a spoon to gobble it down.
This did not go down well with the girl. She took this offence and humiliation to her heart. She collected her stuff and left the canteen, stamping her feet in anger.
Immediately after this scene, the menzimyoer was summoned to the girl’s house where he was made to listen that the guy was a buffoon of the highest order which he displayed by drowning a baekirkhaen in his cup of tea and was hence rejected.
The menzimyoer arrived dejected at the guy’s home and narrated to them the whole scenario. In that melancholic air, he tried to scold the guy, warning him he would not ever get married if he does not check his behaviour.
To this, the guy tried to explain to him by saying: “See, there were one samosa and one baekirkhaen on the plate. So what was wrong with having that baekirkhaen?”.
“Kaacztembar aesya? Czi kheyziha sumo (Were you blind? You should have eaten the sumo,” the menzimyoer replied.
Guy: What sumo?
Menzimyoer: Yus baekirkhaen seet oas (That which was with the baekirkhaen).
Poor menzimyoer would call samosa sumo, and sumo is a popular cab in my part of the world.
You see how our place is and how my people are. Tell me how can you not fall in love with such people.