To Future Husband,
That picture you have of me- The gums are visible, you
see, in it. The smile gets ruined, they say – makes me look too enthusiastic.
And too happy.
That’s not right. Why
should I look too happy in the picture? I’m only having fun with my friends in
the pub. And damn, those legs are visible too. I know your paternal uncle, the
one who visits you once in every two years would really dislike such a shameless
woman to be included in the family.
Would you not drool at my
exposed back? But then so would the 150 men liking my picture on Facebook. I
mean, come on! How can a girl from a respectable family, unmarried,
independent, working, educated, smart and funny at that, even think of doing
that?
As for me, it would make me proud
when I think of the things you have done, of your degrees and achievements. Of
the people who look up to you. That the family adores you, mine and yours. That
no matter what, they’ll know you are around. I’d smile, (with my gums visible,
mind you!) and show off, that I’m so lucky to have you in my life. That
you didn't judge me by the fact that I like clubbing, and that
it isn't boring that I don’t drink or smoke. That I have
had boyfriends before. That I’m hilarious, and talented, and always interesting
to be around. That you like the corners I keep painting about, that I dance
while I make tea. And I sing. A lot. And the house is strewn with papers with
poems and stories scribbled on it.
That was the reason, wasn't it?
And you would know more of me,
when you step away from the typecast pinned up in your mind, and put in an
effort.
Let the reason not be the fact that I can
feed you, and your friends and family. I don’t mind doing that. But
it isn't my job description. That when you saw my picture I was thinner, I had
lost weight, just for that purpose. And if you do turn me down, please let it
be not because I don’t laugh at all your jokes, and that I can conjure better
comebacks.
That I love my long hair,
faded grey tee and shorts. And I hate make-up.
That there can be things
in the world that I would know more about than you.
I would choose you as
you wouldn't stereotype me as a feminist when I refuse to be
responsible for the evening tea every day. I would choose you because you
can talk about Wilde, Dexter, the Avengers, F1 racing and books. For at least
an hour. And that time wouldn't matter when I’m with you, just
talking.
I would choose you
because you wouldn't be worried if I knew more about sex. Or have
questions about it. Or that the fact that I can initiate a
conversation doesn't mean I’m over smart. And that I can be
interested in football too. And have an opinion and not be afraid to
express it. I would choose you because you would respect my space, my crazy
artsy space. And I would understand your deadline chasing, jock jokes world. I
care about family, so do you. I like having fun, so do you. I like books, and
you like your evening jog. And this would carry on too, and
life wouldn't be just about settling bills and buying groceries.
And that’s our world put together with the scraps of our imagination. Not with
one picture of what you or others painted in your mind revolving around your
world.
MBA, and a prior
engineer, with a plethora of hobbies, working as a consultant. I have crazy
work hours like you. Isn't it perfect that I would
actually sympathize with your work schedules as well? And
I wouldn't complain when you forget dates, as, hell, I would too.
So before you go any
further, take a good look, I’m imperfect with that too enthusiastic smile,
having fun at a beach, with a tan. I’m 26, and not waiting for my knight. I
prefer being my own knight. I even prefer being the wild horse running across
the sun kissed sands of the same beach. Not worrying that my hair is out of
place, that I’m not always surrounded by gawking men who think I’m way too hot.
I want you because you
would love living with me.
I’m me. I commit for
life. I love unconditionally. I come with my burden of mistakes and joys.
I respect you and what
you stand for. And that’s what I ask in return.
I don’t mind the millions
of pints of beer you had, or that you enjoy staring at beauty. I do too. Only
human. Doesn’t have to do anything with the chromosomes we have. But at the end
of the day, there’s nothing more I’d love than to share a tub of popcorn with
you over an action flick, or just share coffee and go back to our monotony of
work, sitting beside each other.
With
love,
The
prospective Bride.
