In a week or so, my father is going to visit me to try and convince me to get married as soon as I can. The main reason being that I'm a single 32 year old woman and clearly that is a travesty that cannot continue to exist in this country.
In India, and perhaps elsewhere too, women's relationships statuses are time constrained. They are governed by our biological clocks. We are held to ransom by the depleting numbers of eggs in our ovaries. Not for us the luxury of being able to choose the man who we want to spend our lives with by means of casual dating, perhaps for a year or five before we decide we can't live without each other. No. Indian society rules that you have to make up your mind on settling down with The One before the small hand hits 35 and the big hand reads Old Maid.
It's not as though being single is an easy decision to make. Or a decision at all, really. I don't know if I'm going to meet the Right Man either. I don't know if I want to offer a dowry and toss a mangalsutra to every date of mine that goes well within a month or so of a steady relationship. I don't know if I want to choose to live alone forever and avoid the conventional married life.
I just wish I had more time. And the privilege to decide to be undecided about my own life path.