My life took a dramatic turn the moment I became a part of my new family through marriage.
It was a journey filled with highs and lows, where some customs and traditions felt like a warm embrace, others unveiled the harsh realities of human nature. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, my joyous celebration descended into a haunting nightmare.
The weight of these new customs pressed down on me relentlessly, leaving me feeling utterly overwhelmed. Being surrounded by unfamiliar faces, each one seemingly scrutinizing my every move, from the choice of my saree to the sparkle of my jewelry, the curve of my smile, and the words I uttered.
It was as if my entire being had been placed on a scale, subject to constant evaluation.
I was thrust into household chores without any time to acclimatize to my new surroundings. It didn't take long for my in-laws to pass judgment on my culinary skills, casting a shadow over my self-esteem.
My list of daily tasks seemed endless, starting with waking up before the sun graced the sky, tending to the temple diya, planning menus for every meal from breakfast to dinner, and managing the intricacies of appetizers, lunch, supper, and housekeeping, among many others. It felt like I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of official duties.
The radiant glow of newlywed bliss quickly faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of longing for my past life.
My sister-in-law became my guide, teaching me how to please my husband as if I were a machine programmed for his satisfaction.
According to their beliefs, this was the role of a daughter-in-law, a duty passed down from my mother-in-law to me, with the expectation that I would surpass her in every way.
In the face of such a demanding marital culture, I couldn't help but yearn for the independence and freedom of my single life.
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