Ours was an arranged match that turned into a love story. We met through a matrimonial website and everything seemed picture perfect.
In the beginning, I wasn't interested in a formal conversation with him. Hence, my mom asked him to message me on Facebook and within seconds of chatting, we clicked. It took us 15 minutes to get on a phone call.
After talking for many days and late nights, I finally met the man of my dreams.
I went to Mumbai along with my best friend to meet him. It was nothing less than a fairy tale till my parents said no.
I spent days trying to understand why they refused to our match when they were the ones who got me the proposal!
I kept hoping that they would understand our feelings for each other. But they were stubborn enough to turn a blind eye to their daughter's happiness.
My parents believed that he wasn't the perfect match for me because he didn’t know Hindi at all nor he did he own a big house or an Audi.
I belong to Indore while he belongs to Chennai. Both of us come from close-knit families. He did have trouble in speaking and understanding Hindi but it's the 21st century and everyone speaks English now!
From all the issues that my parents pointed out, I could not see a single one hampering our relationship.
In fact, their assumptions weren’t true either. He is a well-settled, honest Christian man with a beautiful home and a high status.
We had a beautiful wedding planned in our mind till everyone turned their back on us.
We did not go ahead because we wanted everyone to be happy with our decision and bless us. We wanted to get married in the church.
He wanted to see me walk down the aisle wearing the perfect white wedding gown and I wanted to hold his hands and say my vows. I still have them written in my little red diary and we keep saying our vows to each other over the phone.
I wonder why people don't realize that love cannot be measured by language or culture or even money and status.
It's been more than seven months that we have been together and are still growing in love. We have never had a single fight over any of the issues that my parents raised.
We are patiently waiting for their blessings and hoping that one day, they will understand us. But I have made up my mind to marry him. I don't know if anyone will ever understand me.
I am in my late twenties, deeply in love and after going through a devastating relationship, this man is all that I could ask Jesus for.
I know that my parents want the best for me and they want me to have everything in life. But at the cost of leaving someone I love so dearly?
I have decided that I will not give up on my love. I will not give up on the man who is not giving up on me.
I don't care what people might think of me. I deserve my happiness, and I choose him.