Girls, I never understand them.
I teach in a women’s college. Seven years have gone by and I am still a dull student studying my students. I was quite blind about the fad among girls who resist marriage proposals just for the heck of it. I-hate-marriage girls are on the increase, but a majority is eagerly waiting for that one little nudge to call it quits. (“What Marriage!!!! Don’t say that word to me. I hate it mom. I won’t marry this month”).
“Sir, please help me sir or I will put an end to my miserable life,” one girl came crying.
“What is wrong,” I asked.
“My parents have fixed my marriage without my consent. I don’t want to marry now. First I want to complete my course,” she said stifling her sorrow.
“Well, don’t marry now,” my advice.
“But what about my father, sir? He hasn’t eaten anything for a week. He wouldn’t until I say yes to the proposal,” she said.
“Tell him that you will, after your course.”
“But sir, I have got a younger sister. I must think about her future. I should not block her way. I have no other option sir”.
“Try to convince your father about the importance of completing the degree course. If you want, I will talk to him,” I said.
“No sir, don’t bother, “she said wiping her tears, “Sir, you must understand their predicament. My parents love me a lot and I don’t want to disappoint them. (As if I am against her getting married)
“Well, then get married,” I said.
“Thank you very much sir. You have shown me the way,” she said with a broad smile and got married the very next week. I talked to her father on that day. “He is her muracherukkan. She promised me that she would complete her studies if I marry her off now. I didn’t want it this soon,” he sighed.
I saw her younger sister, four years old.