Through a fictional piece, Anuja asks some pertinent questions.
Why is it that a woman has to give up her taste and likings once she gets married?
Why does her choice take a backseat?
We rushed him to Chennai. We were told there that this is a condition where blood breaks down real fast. This in turn causes anaemia. So, to compensate for that my boy shall need a blood transfusion. Throughout his life.
The guests wanted to have something sweet made by the newest bahu of the family. Krisha hesitantly prepared some ‘sewaiya kheer’ and served it with hot tea. But those two remarks from Bua saas and Mausa Ji made her nervous to the core.
He was exceptionally witty and upright just like her own father but was more friendly. Perhaps that was because he had to bring up Ria without a mother. He connected exceptionally well with the young. And he could make Ma laugh again.
Is the sanctity of holy matrimony still more important than the consent of women in India? It all sounds terribly like dark comedy. I mean what sort of a marriage is this, where a grown man doesn’t even know/understand something as basic as consent, right? Well, many marriages work this way. But that’s a story for another day.
