I got married to a senior from my MBA college – we were both just about 25 years old at the time. We had been friends for 2 -3 years and believed that our common interests in books and movies made us compatible. Innocence and naivety was all pervasive then. He was from a conservative Gujarati family in Bombay and I came from a UP Baniya family where we had been brought up with very progressive values – something I honestly didn’t realize till much later. Post marriage, I lived with my in-laws (including a younger sister in law) – a family of 5 of us in a 1 bedroom, 1 hall flat. For anyone who hasn’t lived in Bombay, it is very tough to imagine living in those small places. It takes away any semblance of privacy or personal space. Since I was working too, the daily commute on the locals as well as the expectations of ‘ Bahu ’ took away whatever little extra time I might have been able to get for any semblance of a private life with my husband. It also ...
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