23?
What’s
with 23, you might be wondering.
Well, 23 is my friend’s age as of today, whom I
will call S. S and I have been childhood friends, we knew each other before we
even knew our own names, we went to the same schools, the same college, our
families are thick friends too. You get the picture, yeah.
So I was
having this little chat with her the other day, when she told me, her parents are
looking for a good boy to be her groom. As teenagers, when we started to
understand how things worked out in this world, we had taken a conscious
decision, of leaving the responsibility of finding a good husband in our parents’
hands, so much like the typical Indian daughter. It would be wrong to say that in
this journey of 23 years, we have never ever wanted to waver from the decision
we took for ourselves. There were guys, a lot of them, but there never was a
boyfriend. Though I must say at this point that my dear S had her fair share of
adventures, went around with a couple of guys but then, she sobered down in the
process of growing up. I would never blame her, as the guys found her irresistible;
she was a smart, beautiful girl who had a distinct aura about her.
Our little
conversation happened to remind me of my own birthday, I had just turned 23 a
couple of months ago. I wonder how the whole exercise of going over the
profiles of prospective grooms, to finally choosing one person who seems to fit
the bill, hoping against hope that he is the one, would go for me.
nice read
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