Family, kids… responsibilities the words played havoc. She
dodged them as best as she could. Once you taste your freedom other tastes shun
you. The taste of freedom… and she loved hers loved it dearly. From the time
she woke up when sun rays rush way past her heavily curtained windows to the
time her domestic help gets her coffee and newspaper on bed to the late night
movies and parties she attend and trekking tour she takes. Freedom all the way.
Her job was steady, decent, fair enough salary and gave her ample
time. Credit to the exam she had cleared once her job did not take the life out
of her as she had seen others engaged in more gruesome sectors. There were
nagging parents, more inquisitive relatives, dying for men but more than all
her group of girl friends, colleagues who crib with husbands, babies and mother
in laws. Most likely they were the ones who put her mind totally off any sort
of commitment and gradually the resolve tightened.
Men… they have been around and gradually seem more of a
nuisance. Sometimes she would reject one her parents chose siting the reason he
was not intelligent enough other times he was not earning enough and the
remaining time he was not good looking enough. But then sometimes out of turn
things happen and that trekking trip brought her close to this man… not his
looks which were indeed very good and not his career which she was hardly aware
of, it was his charm which blew her off her feet. Though she wanted to badly
and was hoping he would ask for her number which she would politely
reject…nothing of the sort happened and she continued tasting savoring her own
freedom.
The twist when parents got along with the prospective
grooms’ family like fire and she came to know the man was the prince charming
of her trekking trip her freedom penchant faltered and she was eager to taste
the fruit of the forbidden bliss.
A dream wedding, more romantic honeymoon and the beginning
of a lovey dovey wedded life all fell into place. She glowed with love and
pleasure. And then…mother-in-laws chiding remarks which kept one on toes more
than any competitive exam ever could, making secret phone calls to parents and
cribbing and the prince charming…. a male chauvinist mamma,s boy who irked her in no time. And before eight in the morning she was ready with tea and after an
hour with breakfast before she rushed madly for work.
Knotted for sure…
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