Arranged Marriage

arranged marriage 1

I catch a look
In the mirror
One last time..
Even try
A subtle smile..
Wrapped in silk 
Which looked 
too blue..
And jewellery
Some old some new..
Half a dozen
In each hand..
Anklets seen
When I sit or stand..
I dab the last
Touch of 
My make up 
Arrange the tray of eatables
And pick up
I open the door
Of the living room
Slowly glide
Towards the
To be groom

arranged marriage 2


30 thoughts on “Arranged Marriage

  1. truly a touching poem, i walked down the memory lanes of how this “ladki dekhna dikhana” happens in our indian setup and when i had been a part of the process that i refer as useless and “dhong” or fake today.
    thank you so much for sharing.

  2. Oh my god, this is beautiful! No, that was not how I did it…. (I did not even cover my head) and it was not an arranged match! 🙂
    Dear readers, in India, we have all kinds of marriages…. and arranged marriages, though still the norm, are fast fading. :))
    Sakshi, lovely imagery there… and a lovely Rani Mukherjee pic.

  3. I’m on the verge of tears! I can’t imagine myself to subject in this situation…I hope I am not offending the Indian culture, but I really just can’t fathom the logic of arranged marriages….We should marry for love!

  4. Beautiful words and yet sad. The things we endure because of our culture are sometime more than we can bear yet we go on. Very lovely words Thank You for these beautiful words.

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