"Hello Agents!" (Weekly Update)

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She never answers back to him, and I know she never will. It is something I have seen since I was a kid; she will NEVER voice out her anger toward him.

"Chalo Mumma, he's not selling it."

Two people glared at me-my mother, because she believes she was close to winning the argument, and the vendor, because he, too, thinks he was close to winning the argument. Poor guy, no one wins over my mother in bargaining.

It's a skill, if you're middle-class class you need to learn how to bargain, which my soul would abandon me if I try to.

I'm not a shy person to speak, I just hate to speak.

"Okay, neither yours nor mine, 90."

"70," my mother gave an ultimatum

"85"

"70"

"80 ma'am, this is the market price." The vendor tried to argue, and my mother sequent her eyes at him.

"70, I know the market price, my brother is thekedar, I know the market price." My mother threatened.

Now, my uncle is not a thekedar. It's my uncle's brother-in-law's friend. But who's gonna tell this to this vendor?

"Okay, 75, Madam. Na aapka, na mera." The vendor stated, and to my surprise, my mother too nodded her head and bought it

As we turned back to go to some other shop, I took the bag from her. "Should've taken it at an early na, what's the point of arguing so long?"

"Hey Bhagwan Varu! Your father is not Ambani. Is this how you're going to run your own house after your marriage? You'll drag my name in the mud!" My mother gasped, as if I had committed a war crime and the government had accused me of treason

And the series on how to be a perfect wife started again.

Honestly, now I don't feel irritated anymore. This is a part of my life. Mumma's lecture on how I should be, so one day I can be a perfect bahu as society claims.

Which is not happening anytime soon, maybe never. One day, they too will get tired and let me be.

I don't want to get married. Period.

Not because I hate marriage, or I hate the thought of living with someone else, sharing my life with him, bear him and his emotional tantrums, not having a life for myself, societal pressure, bearing kids, have to sleep with someone else, eat with them, have to do sex, have to cook and clean, have to be patient with him, treat him like a God as everyone assumes a husband is. Nope, I mean they are a very strong point, but they are not the only reason for not getting married.

The thing that is holding me back is my life, it is hanging on a thinnest thread. With the stress, I can't take care of the burdens a marriage has come up with.

I don't know why people glorify it; marriage is not just about the laughter, jewelry, food, music, and gatherings. That is just for a few days; after that, it's all gloomy and stressful.

You have to share your life with someone else, have to adjust your entire schedule accordingly, have to change your lifestyle, act politely even if you feel like killing someone, because you have to act perfectly for everyone—The thought of living my life with someone makes me restless.

I mean, what if my partner never understands the things I hate?

What if I end up being like my mother?

What if my husband will be like my father?

What if I got caged in the marriage?

They all talk about my marriage, but no one ever asked me if I ever want to get married or not. I don't