So I’m in my mid-thirties, unmarried and living on my own. And while I’m fine with my single status, it’s funny how everyone else around me seems to have a problem with it. My parents were first in line, but over the years have given up all hope of getting through to me, and at this point in time, would even be happy if I committed myself to living in with a dog
Then I have a bunch of friends who think I should stop my decadent ways, cut down on travelling at the drop of a hat and settle down to a life of marital bliss. Interestingly, they’re the married ones who just can’t bear to see me having so much fun without being answerable to anyone. I can get home whenever I like. I can eat without being nagged. I can watch whatever I like to watch on TV. I can eat leftovers straight out of the refrigerator. And most importantly, I can make calls to anyone without being interrogated like someone who just committed adultery.
Relatives, on the other hand, are always trying to pair me with someone’s daughter. They range from the bold and the balding to the rich and the breastless. I don’t see why they take it upon themselves to ensure I find a bride. I’m well capable of making my own decisions. Just like I’ve decided to steer clear from any of these strange proposal offers. The last thing I want is to sit at the Sea Lounge discussing my educational background and bank balance with a strange family over tepid coffee and overpriced bhel puri.
As of now, I’m very happy with my independence. I have no regrets about how I have lived my life so far. And if I do decide to get hitched in the future, I’ll be happier if it was because of love, and not the archaic pressures of modern-day society.