An Open Letter to Everyone Who Thinks I’m Not ‘Wife Material’
With a Patiala peg in my left hand I was dancing on the beats of ‘Move to Miami’ when this so-called friend came close and started throwing unwanted trash out of his mouth. “You’re pretty. You work hard, but you know you should just improve yourself a bit now. You’re 25 and soon you might get married. Make yourself wife-material. Be marriage-type.” I didn’t know what to say. In the most difficult situations of life, when you don’t know what to say, not only your brain stops working but your other body parts stop responding too. I stood still there, my mouth was dry, and I moved out of the party immediately. I drove as fast as I possibly could. Here I am, standing in front of a wall mirror, trying to gather all my thoughts. This was the perfect time for me to introspect and figure out what exactly is wrong with me? When I was born, my dad didn’t say “A future-wife is born! I am going to raise her as a marriage-material”. When I got fir...