Fifty days

Two strangers. complete opposites. There was no way we could have been together. Except – fate works in mysterious ways.

It all began with a phone call. My dad handed me a phone and told me to speak to him. No pressure. Typical arrange marriage scenario in today’s Indian household. After getting over the shock of my parents trying to set me up with a “suitable groom”, I decided to have fun and see where it goes.

Little did I know that I had just walked into the trap. I never believed in love; it was just fairytale for me – limited to children’s storybooks. I mean, common I was surrounded by people who fell in love and out of love every few months! That’s the reality of our lifestyle. We try to run from everything – from relationships to responsibilities. I was no stranger. I was running from marriage, after all, it meant both! but then I decided to entertain myself. After all, what harm could small talk do?

After a discussion on the weather and bad traffic of the respective cities we were both in, we decided to continue our acquaintance. (I mainly said yes, as I had kinda liked his voice). I never realised when he transitioned from being a complete stranger to the guy I was suddenly dating. We decided to meet.

We met. He was not what I had perceived him to be. That’s when I realised that we don’t fall in love with people, we fall in love with perceptions, we fall in love with an image of perfection in our heads and we fall out of love when it doesn’t meet our expectations.

I told my parents that I will need sometime to think things over. He was tall, I was short. He was thin, I was plump. We will make a bad pair. What will my facebook friends say!

Then it hit me. Do I really care? A voice inside me told me the answer.

We got married in 50 days.

Sometimes, we should ditch the world and follow our heart, trust our instincts. Fall in love with a real person, don’t look for perfection, accept the flaws. Trust me, you will never fall out of love again.