It was a bit of a sunny day.
One of those days it was lucky the sun was still shining late afternoon.
We were sitting out of the wind, which gave us almost a summer feeling.
Although it was still winter.
We were sitting on a bench, in a park.
There was a busy street closeby, where cars were passing by.
We already had to stop our conversation several times from the sirens of ambulances.
There was a lot we talked about, we both have Indian genes.
We tend to talk a lot, I know for me it is also a legacy of my late mother.
Which kept me thinking, weeks after this conversation I had.
There on the bench, at the park.
Close to that busy street, surrounded by the sound of sirens.
Having the feeling like summer on a winter’s day.
‘What is wrong with being the marrying type?’
Something we were feeling, to be speaking about.
It might be the repetitiveness or the occasion this is coming to the surface with me.
She told me she got married at the end of her 20’s, where she always had long term relationships before.
What caught me in that conversation, was she almost condemned herself to be the relationship type.
For somehow I never wondered or questioned myself.
Perhaps I have been on such a long journey, I sort of lost track.
The way she spoke about this, gave me an insight about myself and perhaps even a piece of the puzzle I needed to find.
Where the world we have come to know with divorces, foul play and other secrecy.
The marrying type, needs to stay hidden, to protect our own being.
It could even be for me, this is why I still didn’t tie this knot and even found my way out, when anything came close to it.
I mean, why should I get into any mess?
The realization is as follows.
I am just a person who wants to get married, for the sake of marriage.
I want to explore all the good things marriage has to offer.
When listening to my friend, I realized.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with being the commiting and marrying type.
Softly I can say, I am proud about that.