Ugh- this was so painful and so beautiful. I’m still absorbing the emotions in this one Sana Tariq.

I’m nearing my ‘expiration date’ as per the arranged marriage timelines, have gone through the multiple — When are you getting a husband — jibes from relatives and friends of my parents. They even good naturedly ask whom I’d like as a groom, but how can one explain something as intangible as that? How does one express that connection?How do we tell them what makes us live?