Mumbai Diaries : Secrets that were never shared

The reason I have not been writing here is that I am not a dishonest writer and if I practice honesty, I will be opening my heart to a whole set of people who judge me and my life on the basis of what they read. Some of them are MY people and that's why it matters. I don't care, no more ;)

So I met a prospective groom in Mumbai... There is a back-story to it. Apparently, I NEVER wanted to see him and there was this huge hoo-haa about me declining to meet him at home, so I went ahead and met him. Also, a dear friend suggested that if I am contemplating marriage with him, I should shun the thought and meet the prospective groom.

Funny thing is, how when you are single, 27-ish and hanging out with a male friend...he gets all wary of you and has only one thing on his mind - "OMG, she must be so desperate to get married, What if she thinks that I will marry her?"... My response to this is - Thanks!! If I 'really' wanna marry you, I would mention it. Also, stop this thought process. Not every woman whoz in late twenties or thirties is a sad woman, waiting for some friend of hers to show mercy and get married to her.

WE have a life... WE have dreams and We do have our choices that we make. I felt deeply hurt when my friend mentioned this and told me oodles of stories about his cheating escapades to make sure that I don't ask him to marry me.I was shocked. I mean, come on... Wait up!! I am not desperate that I am gonna jump all over you and make you mine. Nopes!! You should have asked me how I feel before assuming. *sigh*

Sometimes, people end up saying things that they should not have said. Khair!! 

Guys, remember one thing... NEVER, I say NEVER assume such things about women....

Weird is, this was the day when I decided to share my deepest secrets with him. I take time to open up and I thought THAT day that we had this comfort level to share everything... but his hassled act closed all doors. I knew right there, I cannot say anything... I was silent all thru the evening while he talked...I smiled and he asked me why I was smiling...

When I am hurt, angry or in pain... I have this weird smile on my face... and only those who are close to me, know this...

Mumbai, you really 'do' boast of people who are not compassionate... I feel sad that I have been let down...

Oh! about THE prospective groom, we will talk in next post... loads of masala, I tell you ;)

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