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Fretting Over F.R.I.E.N.D.S & Fiancé







Growing up, Friends was her favourite show on TV. Though her parents did not approve of her watching English channels because of the ‘bad influence’ that they were, Asha did her fair share of sneaking around and ensured that she watched all the episodes at least twice. She envied the kind of friendship that Ross, Chandler, Monica, Phoebe, Rachel and Joey shared and joined in their friendly banter with her own fits of hysterical laughter.




Shows like these had affected the psyche of the teenaged Asha so much that growing up, she came to give more importance to her friends over her family. God had been good to her, for in every stage of her life, she had good and trustworthy friends whom she could trust her life with. There was also this feeling in her because of which Asha was skeptical about marrying a guy she did not know much. She had always believed her fiancé would be her best friend with whom she could share anything with and not be afraid of being judged for her actions. He’d be a guy who would stick through all her madness, for whom she would be more than happy to lay her life, she'd always wondered if this was what people referred to as true love...

But here she was, going to meet a guy whom she did not even know, and try to have a decent conversation with the guy who would be constantly judging her on every action – from what she ordered to eat, to what clothes she wore, who her friends were to how she ate and what kind of a life she was leading.

Asha woke up with a start to the shrill noise of her alarm and realized that she needed to be ready for two major interviews of her life till date. 


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Girls in India are caught in the drift when they reach a particular age. They suddenly face a dilemma as to what to focus on in their life, whether to make a career and ensure a living or to get married and secure their life. Girls who remain single after the so called marriageable age are frowned upon by the society and are considered a burden for their families.

Throughout the month of April, thanks to the AtoZ Challenge, I am trying to portray the life of Asha, a common Indian girl with dreams and aspirations. Everyday we focus on one alphabet starting from A on April 1st till Z on April 30th. Stick with me till the end of the journey and do tell me what you think of my writing and my Asha.



A - An Arranged Marriage
B - Bridal Dreams
C - Cherubs From Heaven
D - Rusty Dusty Delhi
E - Ernakulam 
F - Fretting Over F.R.I.E.N.D.S & Fiancé
G - Gratifying Rendezvous
H - Hospitality Crash Course
I - I Love You??!!
J - Journalism's Joy
K - Krishna
L - Love, Longing & Life
M - Milan - A Meeting
N- Noodles, Nimbu Paani & A Nice Guy
O - Online?
P - Phone Number
Q - Questions!
R - Risks
S - Some Soul Searching
T - Timeless Tableau, A Twist in The Tale
U - Union



Comments

  1. I assume that my soul mate will have to be someone I've known as a friend first. But it's always possible that the chance (or arranged) encounter could work out, too.

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    1. Lets hope things work out for Asha and that she has a good friend in the guy she is going to meet :)

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  2. It could work out. Maybe. Though personally I would be leery of marrying someone I hardly know.

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    1. We never know when or how we begin our friendships :)
      Thank you for coming by, reading and commenting... it means a lot to me :)

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  3. That would be hard, I think. Maybe not so much marrying someone you hardly know but someone who is constantly looking over your shoulder would be terrible.

    Jessica @ Visions of Other Worlds
    Twitter: @jmarcarelli, #atozchallenge

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    1. True... Someone like that can be difficult to live with.
      Thank you Jessica for your time and comment :)

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  4. Great development
    she has such great dreams and a reality that will seemingly be catching up with her soon

    We are at Lady's Knght

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    1. True, the time is running out on her.
      Thank you for coming back :)

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  5. I hope to end up with a person I can be friends with before tying the knot. :)

    Can so relate to Asha!

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    1. You will definitely be best friends with your guy :)
      All the very best for and do keep coming back and showing love :P
      Thanks again.

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  6. I so wished I could have told Asha that F.R.I.E.N.D.S is a fairy tale and it's so hard to meet people in the States, where everyone has their guard up and hides in their cars and homes, at least in my dangerous city. I have to catch up on the Asha series, but the rest of the world is a far better place from personal experience!
    Glad to meet you tonight/today (middle of the night here!).
    Alisa:-)

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    1. Hey thanks for taking the pain and coming by Alisa :)
      Its evening here, and I am really really glad to meet you too.
      Take Care.
      Bhavya

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    2. Its really amazing how many wonderful people we meet and become friends with, by way of blogging.
      :) :)

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  7. What a fun idea - to write a story for this. Wish I had thought of it but I didn't. Perhaps next year.

    Happy writing!

    Riann Colton

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  8. I am really glad you liked the idea. Thank you Riann. Maybe next year you can give it a shot :)

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