(As told to Saurabh Paul)
I fell in love with the image he showed me
It all began with a crush in college: those furtive glances which suggest that two young people are fancying each other. Soon, familiarity grew, and not many days after, friends became a couple. I had a middle-class upbringing and he came from a better-off family. That was the time of my life when I had an imperative desire in me to be loved, or be in love, and he came along just around that time. A bit of attention flattered me no end.
“I love your long tresses,” he used to say, “Never cut them short.” I usually blushed in response.
It might have been a case of peer pressure – not many of my college mates were single. And I just hurried into things: plunging into marriage without actually giving myself the time to know my prospective partner. I had seen his best, or rather his ‘made-up’ part, before marriage, but not his other (and which I now know) ‘real self’. One fateful day, I got married, without the consent of my family. I had completed my graduation and had been working for about six months at the time.