I would love to write everyday but some things just kept me away from blogging world but I'm not really sure what are the things though. I have been reading a lot, quite a lot compared to last year. Maybe its my new year resolution that's keeping me busy with books but what about other 9 resolutions that I made four months ago? April is coming to an end. I always felt time is never enough for me. Meanwhile my mother is trying really hard to keep me beautiful so that I can get married as soon as possible. She's very worried about my age. Well, I'm just 25 years old. But what can I say about a lady who got married when she was 10. Yes you read it right. There's a huge generation gap between me and my mother. She was born in a small village in India. But she's the most confident person that I have ever knew.
I don't blame her for being so paranoid and worried about my safety all the time.It was the way she was brought up. It wasn't a happy childhood for her. You can see tears in her eyes whenever she recalls her past. Even though she was born into a wealthy family, her mother was only interested in letting her daughters to be in the kitchen and cook for everyone. Meanwhile the boys were given everything they have wanted. My uncle was sent to America to further his studies while my mother stopped going to school since Standard Two.
So you see, it was really hard to even complete my studies because my mother was planning to get me married since when I was seventeen but my cousin brother managed to stop her. She always listen to him. (Bless his soul)
However I managed to change her mind that education is for all not only for boys. Nowadays she always encourage my nieces to study hard. I was the first person to graduate in my family and she kissed my forehead when I came out from the graduation hall. I think at that moment she was really proud of me. To tell you the truth,I have never been the type of daughter that she wants me to be.She wants me to get married and busy myself with kids and tending to the needs of my husband. I'm quite different and sometimes I can see the shadow of disappointments on her face.
I have waited so long to fall in love. I had always guarded my heart during school and university days because I don't want anything to interfere with my studies. It was a hard earned degree and I want nothing to come as barrier. Finally I met someone who buys me book, who encourages me to write and who sees me from his heart. I'm fighting a battle in my heart to bring him into my family. I want them to see him for who he is. I want my mother to accept him and bless us.
Is it too much to ask?