All were happy. All was well. Except one small hitch.
I had not seen him. Not even his picture. I expressed my concern to Papa, but he was unfazed.
“He looks good. Do not worry. Trust me. I want the best for you,” Papa tried to reassure me.
I loved Papa. I love him immensely, but would I let him decide my life partner? Maybe yes, because I trust him, and everyone else in my family has had arranged marriages and because when I tried at finding a life partner for myself, I failed. I had failed miserably.
But would I marry somebody without knowing how he looked?
We fixed a meeting with him. The whole night, I experienced butterflies in my stomach. I finally decided to sleep, but that would happen only after I saw him or his picture.
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