A Matter of Choice

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Tired of seeing her single, her friends began to search for an ideal soul mate for her, without her knowledge. She was touching 30, that’s exactly what’s expected isn’t it? For a girl to be married, specially when everyone at that age has reached the next level, parenting. Her friends stopped asking her anymore, the pokey question, ‘why aren’t you getting married?’.  She would in a blink block the questioner out of her life, irrespective of the number of years of friendship and whatever the blood relation may be. Whoever loved and cared for her didn’t dare ask her that, even subtly.

It was one such eureka moment when a ‘good friend’ could fix up a meeting with a ‘eligible boy’ in such a way that she had absolutely no inclination of what was to unfold. For her it was a rare visit with her mother to a random aunt’s place, her mother not being  a socially confident person, she had willingly agreed to drive her there.

The formal greetings and small talk happened while she observed her stylish aunt, versus herself who could be written off as being on the shabby side of the fashion index, with no make up, and hair tied up in a messy bun. Her aunt had royal mannerisms, immaculately dressed, authoritarian yet soft voice in the way she ordered the servants around. Her thoughts wandered as the ladies gossiped,  she gazed into the spread of serene garden outside the window, she was lost, which her mother was used to. She would rather not talk rubbish than talk at all.

An hour passed, the aunt flaunted her house with poise, this and that room and so on. Getting impatient by now, she almost gestured her mother to leave, when suddenly came in a tall and a rather plump man, probably a few years older to her. He was in a business suit, apparently the aunt’s son she could guess. His arrogance confirmed that. The claustrophobic atmosphere made her want to sprint out of that place immediately.

If that was not enough, she saw the aunt and son signal each other making weird faces, pointing towards her. The son’s reply was loud and clear, ‘no’.

Flabbergasted, she ultimately understood what all this was about! She had rejected the man himself in her mind as soon as he entered, he had done the same! She was no where close to his stylish mother and he was nowhere close to the unpretentious her. They didn’t meet, yet they had met. They didn’t talk, yet the words were spoken. Without knowing each other, they both had made a choice. The choice was the same.

Her desperate wish was only if she could communicate her ‘No’ loud and clear as well to the boy. Only if…

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