“Please mumma, out of all the people you should understand. He wants me to be a different person altogether” saying this she stormed out of the room. Siddhartha smiled and teased me saying that her anger has come from my side of family and left the room. Staring out of the window, I was lost in the memories. It looks like a different era when my parents started talking about my marriage, soon after my graduation. I was least worried about all this, thinking that it might take years before they could find the right guy. I was busy enjoying life.
It did not take long for my parents to find Siddhartha. He was perfect in every sense. He was well-educated and was working with a reputed firm. His family was nice and well settled. Our first meeting was great. Siddhartha and I liked each other. I was in total awe of him. He was knowledgeable, funny and very calm. I got married just a week before my 22nd birthday. I left everything behind and started our life together. My transformation was like that of a drop of water, which changed its color when touched by a painting brush. His friends became my friends. His hobbies became my interests. His schedule became my routine. Our home became my whole world.
Siddhartha is everything I could ask for. He loves me and takes care of me. He is my guide, he is my friend. In our perfect life, I have successfully donned so many roles, but I could not recall the time when I was just me. Maybe I never knew myself. Maybe I was his before I could be mine.
