when north meets south

9th March 1985 is the day my parents, tied the knot and broke the rules that most of the indian wouldn't dare to break ( those days!) . its the day my mom proofed that she is unconditionally,deeply in love with dad. A month after marriage, the war ended. both my grandparents blessed their children and decided to do family gatherings. it's not my grammar mistake..there is a 's' for gathering. To be fair. There was two gathering. One at the north india, at my mom's home town and another at my dad's in south. The first gathering was held in Surat, Gujerat and the second was in tanjore,tamilnadu. Though the two family has become together, but there was problem in communication. my mom's parents speak Hindi and Guju, whereas, my dad's parents speak tamil. the solution for the problem was, a translater. My mom became translater for my dad's grandparents, whereas, my dad became translater for my mom's grandparents. Last year, at the 24th family gathering, my mom's mom, speak excellent tamil just like my late grandfather. My dad's parents speak guju and hindi just like north indians. maybe, this is the incident that made me love languages so much!