Happy Friendship Day: A Short Story

“Okay, Maa! If you want me to see the girl, I will.” I finally gave in to the nagging. I was three years into a job, had my own place, about the ‘marriageable age’ and was seeing no one. I was the perfect recipe for an arranged marriage and it seemed I was raised just…

Arranged : A Short Story

“Arranged marriage? No way in hell!” Lata shrugged off the discussion in one swift blow. “I was just asking for your opinion! Aunty would bring it up someday.” Aditi continued. “You know, we have reached the ‘marriageable’ age.” She couldn’t keep the sarcasm to herself. “What is up with people? Didi is getting married; I…