Marriage, Misunderstanding, and a Torn Ligament
Six months. Six months of conversations, delays, waiting for the "right time," waiting for clarity, waiting for someone to make a decision. It is funny how an arranged marriage proposal can slowly become a part of your daily thoughts without ever actually becoming a part of your life. Every few weeks there was a new reason to wait. Busy schedules. Family discussions. Timing issues. Something else that needed to be sorted out first. I told myself patience was a virtue. Looking back, patience and hope often wear the same clothes. Then came the knee injury. A torn ligament. A few weeks on crutches. Doctor visits. Physiotherapy. Nothing life changing, just one of those unfortunate things that happen. Yet somehow it felt like the entire story shifted after that. Maybe it was the injury. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Maybe the interest was never really there. I honestly don't know anymore. What I do know is that after six months of delays, uncertainty, and trying to stay opt...