Sitting on the couch waiting for the girl to enter the room with tea in her mother’s saree and getting rejected was my usual drill. Coming home and watching my youngest brother sitting happily with his wife in front of the television was just making my father even more disappointed.
The advertisements said it was unacceptable to have a dark complexion and my mother cried over all night in her prayers asking God why her home remedies wouldn’t work on me.
On a Monday morning, the loud chatter across the dining room had awoken me up. My mother came and gave me a warm hug and so did my father. It left me wondering what I could have done to deserve so much love from my parents. It was about a girl. She lives in America and wants to marry a man who lives in Bangladesh. I knew I was up for a disappointment but then my mother said something that was out of the world. This girl didn’t want to see my photo and she wanted to get married over the phone. I was in no position to have any opinion over this matter after seeing my parents so happy after such a long time. They were proud of me and that was the first time asked myself if I was actually ready to marry someone even had not seen. The only answer that came to my mind was ‘no’ My parents only seemed to care about the wedding of their dark and ugly son rather than asking me how I felt about it.
However, seeing that smile on their faces had got me spellbound and I hoped that it would always stay there. The noon passed and at night my mother didn’t cry in her prayers. How can a son turn his mother’s happiness into sorrows? I had swallowed the bitter pill of truth and accepted the fact that there was no going back.
My father brought me a warm glass of milk at night and said I needed good rest. I was happy but very uncertain about where my life was headed. I went to bed at 2:00am and was nervous about my wedding the next day. After a sleepless night I was woken up by the beautiful sunrise. The marriage counselor waited in the dining room beside the telephone. My parents waited anxiously to see me get wedded. I sat beside the marriage counselor with a very unclear mind. They dialed up and called the girl. The marriage counselor asked me, “Do you accept this girl as your wife?” I replied, “No, but accept the fact my parents will never love me for who I am. Therefore I am running away.”
I packed my bag and headed towards the road. My parents were too disappointed to even stop me. I never had friends in school as children didn’t socialize with ugly ones. I had nowhere to go and knew my parent’s house wasn’t open for me. All I had in my mind was there was no going back and was running away, running away from this horrible life.