I see you, I like you, I think you are nice,
So when my parents ask me if I want to marry you, I don’t even think twice.
I say yes and immediately start dreaming of our lives together,
Sometimes romantic, sometimes mundane,
Sometimes tensed, but always filled with love and laughter.
Finally the day arrives, and I enter your house amidst much fanfare,
I slowly set about making it our home, and do my share.
I adapt to the timelines, I adapt to the food,
I adapt to the routine, do my duties and generally be good.
All I expect in return is love, respect and a good life,
And to be accepted in my new home as a daughter, sister and wife.
My parents gave me a lot of stuff – jewellery, TV, car and other stuff,
So that I can keep my head high in the new home, but it is simply not enough.
I am not allowed to watch the TV, wear the jewellery or drive the car,
I still think it’s okay and I look to you for some love and care.
I am not allowed to dress the way I want,
I still think it’s okay and it’s a small price to pay to avoid your parents’ taunt.
I have to cook food and clean the house,
I do it without complain, but you don’t like my cooking,
I still think it’s okay and I look to you for some words of understanding.
I have to change my eating habits, and I do it gladly,
I have to restrict my phone calls and outings, I do it gladly,
I still think it’s okay and I wait for some warmth and comfort from you.
Then I am scolded, and I am taunted,
Suddenly my skin colour and my body is not good enough,
And then I have to bring more money to compensate for all that,
I finally open my eyes and think it’s NOT OKAY,
I DON’T NEED YOU THAT BAD.
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Beautifully expressed …It’s the story of an Indian woman who made herself so vulnerable that others forget about her basic needs itself.
Muchas gracias. ?Como puedo iniciar sesion?