Modernism is a flashy wrapping paper under which lies the age-old reality. The reality that nothing has changed. People, mentality, expectations and opinions. As you get older, with time, this epiphany hits you. A little hard in the face.
Till one day back, I was engaged to be married. I’d been with him for five years. It was perfect. He loved me. I loved him. Our families couldn’t wait for us to join hands for life. But…
A week back I discovered something that cracked me up no end. And I knew it would crumble him too. I pulled myself together and gave him the news. He asked me if it could be mended. I said no. And he walked out. The news was heart-shattering, indeed, but I never thought it was potential enough to shatter a relationship.
I’m infertile. This shook the root of his love vigorously. And the wrapping paper fell apart. Under the grandeur of a educated, liberated, well-off man, he was someone who was just marrying the future possibility of starting a family. Not me.
Yes, it’s a lesson. But what do I learn from it? That a woman’s worth as a life partner is measured by her ability to serve motherhood on the plate of her husband?
Written by Chirasree Bose