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Am I in love with him? I wouldn’t know.

Does he know? Yeah! I told him that day, didn’t I. But still he hasn’t called me yet. Is he already married. Might be, his clothes are always well-pressed and clean, nothing is improper. But then, that’s why I like him.

Oh my God! he is married too, might even have kids. No, he is too young for that. But then, in villages they still marry early and he too talks about his native place a lot. Oh! why didn’t I see it before, the signs where everywhere. He knows all the cartoon characters, always carries chocolates and I thought he was still a kid at heart.

I like chocolates. He always has a load full of them in his briefcase. I gave that leather briefcase to him. I think it was the 23rd month of the day-we-first-met meet. We are getting married and I’m going to have loads of children. But what about the ones he already has.

I’ll have to be totally un-biased. Or better still, I wont have any children of my own, I’ll take them as mine. But their mother would want them as hers too. Oh! I’ll kill him. How could he not tell me anything about it before.

After marriage we’ll make a summer home in Laddakh. But should I get married to him, isn’t it a bit too early. Let me call him and say that I’m not ready to commit as yet. But what will he think, will he think that I’m backing out, or I’m developing cold-feet, or that I’m fearing marriage, or maybe I’m already married. Say something goddammit, don’t just listen.

“Yes.”

-Ishan Dubey

Tags: temporary madness, girls, marriage

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