While I was growing up, I remember
how I used to listen to my mother talking over phone to some relative about how a cousin of mine
married a girl from a different caste and how this was a huge deal. I remember
how getting involved in a love affair used to be and still is a huge deal for my
family because according to them, parents are the ones who decide a life
partner for their children. I also remember how I weird I felt at even the thought of
spending my entire life with a complete stranger let alone an acquaintance. What
if the partner and I aren't compatible? What if our likes and interests don’t match.
What if we are never unanimous in our decisions? Do we separate? All these
questions baffled me and I promised myself I would never marry a stranger. I would
wait for the time till I fall in love with someone or someone falls in love
with me and exchange rings. Little did I know that the theory on which I based
my idea of a perfect love story and an ideal love marriage would turn out to be
so flawed? Digging deep into the matter, it turns out that the theory is not
flawed, it is just that the sample size that follows the theory is pretty small
and I stand out of it.
