A Bride


“We are looking for a well educated, modern and preferably working bride for our son.” These were the words that made me feel lighter in the stomach when Sushil came to see me with his mother and father. Those knots were gone and just these few words made me feel better. I looked at him for the first time. Our eyes met and something just clicked. There was a moment. There’s not so much wrong with arranged marriages after all.

Wedding was a tiring affair and then a slip to the mountains for our honeymoon was blissful and endearing. I had taken good one month off from the office to get done with the wedding and settle down at the house, and I didn’t wanted this one month to be over.

Sushil’s mother was pretty helpful and she took good care of me after the wedding. I was so lucky to have such a mother in law.

The relatives had started to pour in to our house to meet and greet the new bride. I was in my room chilling when my mother in law came to ask me to get ready for the first meet and greet. “Rina wear a saree and put on some make up. Also wear the jewellery your father gave you. Quickly get ready and come down. People are here to meet you.” It was a task to change into a heavy saree in this june weather from a pretty cotton salwar kameej i was wearing. Anyways the relatives met me and treated me as if I was some statue in a museum, some garment up for sale so they were touchng me and feeling the fabric. They touched my golden hair and asked me if they were natural. I couldn’t wait for them to leave more because I wanted to get out of this heavy saree.

After they left I rushed to my room to change again but my mother in law stopped me. “Look how pretty you are looking in this saree, I ll buy you more sarees and you wear sarees at home from tomorrow.”

A month finally passed and I started going to the office. “Rina, I was thinking we should let the cook go now. As it is I hired her for the wedding and now that you know how to cook and what everyone at home likes why dont you cook? I will also help you. As it is your father in law dont like to eat the food made by the cook. And its just four of us so it wont take much time.”

Months after the wedding passed in a blink. Sushil and me were having a good time. We both were getting to know each other better with every passing day. We went out on weekends and during weekdays we were constantly in touch all day.
“Rina do you know my sister’s new daughter in law, she got married after you, but she s already pregnant. And my brother in Patiala, he already has a grandson. Why don’t you think about it too?”

“But mummyji I am at a very important stage of my career. I cant let all my hard work go and leave everything and make a family. Its my years and years of hardwork. I might get a promotion in few months. Also me and Sushil are still getting to know each other and its just been eight months to the wedding, I dont think I am or for that matter we are ready for a baby.”

“But Rina you don’t have to worry about the baby. I will take care of him. You can work like before. I will be here to look after him all day.”

Its been four years to my wedding and when I look into the mirror all I can see is a pregnant housewife who is a mother of two daughters, pregnant again hoping for a boy this time.

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I am a mother by choice and a writer by chance. I love to read, write, dance, sing, paint, cook, you can say I am a jack of many traits but master of none. I am a fashion lover, food lover, book lover, nature lover. I love travels more than the destinations. My life is an open book. My looks are a little decieving, I am a very simple person at heart, but may not look it. I love my kids, my family and I live for them. You can find me on Facebook page : that middle class girl. You can also find me on Instagram by the same name.

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