To the lilt of a catchy tune

The year was 1962 and my favorite uncle (my mother’s youngest brother) whom I called “Sona Mama” was to get married. His parents had passed away many years earlier. Although he had several elder sisters to find a suitable bride for him, this was not an arranged marriage. He chose his bride himself – she lived in the house behind my “Mama Bari” (uncles’ house) where Sona Mama lived with his two married brothers.