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‘present/now’ and ‘past/then’, and give meaning to structural ‘constraints’ and personal<br />

‘choice’ <strong>of</strong> heterosexual coupling.<br />

Case Study <strong>of</strong> Shanta: Narrative <strong>of</strong> the Second Generation:<br />

Shanta begins her narrative by contrasting time frames and their associated forms <strong>of</strong><br />

coupling that are not just description but evaluative judgements. She says,<br />

“We were not as ‘lucky’ as you all (referring to her next generation). In our times<br />

we hardly had so many ‘choice’ that you now ‘enjoy’. Now restrictions have<br />

relaxed. In those days we had to ‘struggle’ to assert ourselves and now it’s all<br />

about one’s own wish. In fact, a bit too much <strong>of</strong> it (slightly frowns). I see the next<br />

generation and think they are more individualistic and ‘practical’ than we were.<br />

We were much more ‘emotional’. Love for us was ‘blind’, more ‘pure’, from the<br />

heart. We neither had the choice nor the mentality to be rationally ‘calculative’.<br />

Falling in love wasn’t easy in those days. It was like committing a sin and the<br />

entire community’s eye was over you. Love never came easy and I guess that is<br />

the reason we, more than our next generation have learned to treasure a<br />

relationship and take pains for it.<br />

Your uncle (her husband) and I had a ‘love marriage’ which was initially not<br />

accepted by my parents. I did a lot to have their approval. We were neighbours<br />

but hardly spoke except occasionally. Whenever we passed each other on the<br />

street, we exchanged glances and smiled. There was something ‘special’ about it<br />

that is missing in today’s generation <strong>of</strong> more open expressions. He would <strong>of</strong>ten<br />

stand at the bus stop that I availed to go to college and I was aware <strong>of</strong> it and<br />

pretended not to be (chuckles). One day he approached me with a love letter,<br />

‘proposing’ me for marriage. I do not even remember how many times I read that<br />

letter. Secretly I too liked him. Moreover he was from a good respectable family.<br />

Much later I had accepted his ‘proposal’, deliberately taking time as a sign <strong>of</strong><br />

feminine modesty and shyness (laughs). Since then we courted for almost two<br />

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