These happen all the time at sari bari or when I’m visiting
in the Gach. All. The. Time. I have lost
count of how many times I’ve answered the same questions.
Are you married?
Are you married?
Why aren’t you married?
What do you want in a husband?
Will you marry a Bengali man?
Can I arrange your marriage?
And sometimes it’s just a statement…"you're going to come to lunch at my house. We'll sit together and cook. You will wear a sari, and then we'll walk around and I’m going to arrange a
marriage for you."
A couple weeks ago I
got to be a part of this funny conversation…
B – Oh Moushumi, when are you going to get married.
M – I don’t know.
B – Will you marry a Bengali man?
M – no.
U – Why are you asking her about her marriage? If she gets
married she’ll leave. Do you want her to leave?
B – No. that’s why I said she should marry a Bengali man.
Then she’ll stay forever.
U – she’ll get married in 20 more years.
B – What?! No!! if she waits 20 more years she’ll be an old
woman.
...and then laughter.
1 comment:
:) This makes me smile. The sacredness of singleness...these ladies don't know what they are missing. Love!
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