I was thinking about marriage and what that really means.
I have met some people, that carry on their finger a ring.
As I have thought about the foundation of love.
Just one of my stories.
I was thinking what can happen when it comes to marriage.
Better to say of how it happens to get married in the first place.
So many ways of reaching that destination, perhaps even a goal of life for some.
But when I think about how I will get married.
It will happen fast and perhaps it will be a matter of a short time.
To come to a conclusion like that.
It is the footsteps that I follow of my mother, of an arranged marriage.
I think because I am Indian.
And also, a female.
Don´t forget about that.
Not so much that I will be arranged, my parents already died.
But just that it will be fast and it will not take so long to make that agreement.
To be an Indian woman, is to come as we are.
Nothing more, than just that.
I am honoring a standard that was created, I actually don´t know where it comes from, really.
That we, as Indian women have to give money and so much more when we get married.
I know that doesn’t really sound romantic.
It is called a dowry.
Perhaps that is something you needed to learn.
I can tell you, this dowry, it will just be me and the good genes I carry.
But what I announced in my previous story what I mean with something casual.
That the perspective of dating and having sex, has changed too much.
And I think even over time got lost.
It has to return to what makes sense.
Not only to what we believe, but to have a common ground.
Of where love can grow and flourish.
The only thing is that I have to wait.
As that is my name.
Lakshmi van der Wart
I have to wait, because love is patient.
Perhaps you need to be old enough to understand that.