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exchanges <strong>of</strong> glances was a feeling <strong>of</strong> temporarily breaking away from all<br />

bindings and I imagined that we were actually a union <strong>of</strong> two souls. A lot was left<br />

to the imagination which was a place <strong>of</strong> my own, my dream home outside all<br />

societal rules and limits. I imagined our romance would materialize into a happy<br />

married life, with him as the dear son-in-law <strong>of</strong> my parents and me, the dear<br />

daughter-in-law <strong>of</strong> his parents.”<br />

Life for Pushpa has been a constant struggle and she paid heavy price for exerting her<br />

independent choice to marry Bimal, the person <strong>of</strong> her love. The two families never<br />

agreed to this marriage primarily because it had threatened familial patriarchal authority<br />

over individual desire and wish. As Pushpa says,<br />

“Even he (Bimal) had to struggle with his father who thought his son wanted to<br />

marry a girl who had no feminine modesty and whose selfish desire was the<br />

cause <strong>of</strong> two family’s destruction. Of all this I was the most maligned. My father<br />

was more concerned about how shameful it was for me to get married just next<br />

door and about what the neighbours would think about his daughter’s<br />

unrestrained, disrespectful and bold sexual desire and its expression. Apparently<br />

I had brought bad name to the family’s reputation in the community and I<br />

wondered how insignificant individual happiness was! I always felt sad thinking<br />

that our fathers were less concerned about our happiness than matters <strong>of</strong> status,<br />

<strong>class</strong>, caste and neighbourhood. I cried a lot feeling guilty that I was a burden to<br />

them and bought in bad name to the family but my prem (romantic love) was<br />

pobitra (pure) and how I wish they would understand this. We married without<br />

their consent in a temple without any social gathering or festivity. I had big<br />

dreams <strong>of</strong> how I would look like a bride and how much fun there would be in my<br />

marriage! (Sighs and keeps silent for a while). We lived separately and our<br />

parents rarely visited us. The relation between the two families had also broken<br />

and I always felt responsible for all this which in retrospect I feel I should not<br />

have felt (expresses firmness). I sometimes doubted if I was really very selfcentric<br />

as I had affected so many relations especially his (Bimal’s) relation with<br />

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