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I am tired...

(My first ever pilfered blog entry... Reason.. I had no better words for the same experience )
A woman calls, out of the blue.
Asks a bunch of very personal questions… her reasoning?
She has a daughter of “marriageable age”.

How do you look?
What kind of a person are you?
How much do you earn?
Are you religious?
How long is your hair?
How are you usually dressed?
What do you do for killing time?
Why do you cycle?
How are your domestic skills?
How close are you to your relatives?
…

It all sounds funny if I repeat it to friends. I will laugh, they will laugh and we would get back to work. But it would continue to prey on my mind. Somewhere down the lane, I have got used to being checked out in get togethers. I have got used to whispered gestures and speaking to strangers on the phone. I have got used to being polite to the rudest enquiries.

Am I just another one in the market?
Am I the same person I used to be?

23 and Single !!!!
High earning snot-nosed SOB with no sense of humor, out of sync clothes and god knows what else.

Leave me alone.
Don’t tax my sense of humor any further.
Thank you.

Comments

Anonymous said…
:o) we all go through it dont we...!
But you are just 23, the pain has just begun sonny boy, the pain has just beegun.
Cheers
toinks~
2:48 AM
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