Strangers Part 2 #books #mybookshelf #shortstories #bookriot #bookworm #romance #romantic “I used to run a parlour long time back..but presently I do nothing.”
“You are married?” he asked, looking at the hint of sindoor on her forehead.
“Yes, I have a seven year old daughter and a five year old son too” she said.
He looked truly amazed. “But you don’t look that old..”
“I am not...got, married at 19…”
“So how old are you?” he asked, still in amusement.
“You should never ask a lady her age” she smiled at him.
“I know, but I am really curious”
“I am 28” she replied.
“And I am 26” he said with a smile. “Okay..so what do you do?” she asked, changing the topic. Her age was a somewhat sensitive topic for her. Her widow mother had married her off at an early, tender age, so that she could be free from her responsibility, or that is what she always thought. It was a time when her eyes were full of dreams. She had wanted to study, she had wanted to travel places, she had wanted to explore the world, she had wanted to wait for the man of her dreams…and everything had been cut short by her marriage. Before she could digest anything, she was pushed into a joint family where all a married girl was expected to do was cooking, cleaning, washing, rinsing, serving men and bearing kids. This was exactly what she was doing for the past nine years. And she felt trapped. She felt suffocated. Her husband, Nitin, was nice, but he was just…nice. He fulfilled his duties, completed his responsibilities, took her to his office dinners. But he was not her friend, she could not confide in him. He could never give her the love she expected or craved for. He never seemed eager to hear her out, listen to her feelings. She had no friend with whom she could share this. “I am into our family business..its a small scale factory” he said.
“Okay..so you have completed your education?” she asked.
“Yes…I have an engineer’s degree for namesake” he said with a laugh, “Even if I had become a doctor, my father would have made me sit in the factory only”. He looked away.
“I understand…parents burden us with their expectations, never thinking what we really want” she said matter-of-factly.