In response to daily post’s one-word prompt : Privacy
There are certain things in a person’s life where one requires privacy. The place where I come from whether you like it or not, people in general will ask you questions that you’d rather not answer. Such as, ‘are you married?’
If you say no, next question, ‘why not, or there are no proposals yet? I know a real nice, rich guy, he is so rich you can sleep on a bed of money!’
Here is a little anecdote about me. After completing my studies, I took a job in a Residential Model School. One of my colleagues invited me to visit her.I went to her house, dressed in a Saree. I met the mother of my colleague, as soon as I sat down. She asked me, ‘how many children do you have?’
At first this direct question confused me, immediately I gathered myself and replied, ‘I have 42 boys.’
The expression on her face was indescribable, it looked as if she lost her voice, she instantly looked at her daughter who was bringing some tea for us. She overheard what I said, laughed and explained, ‘no mom, she means she has forty-two boys in her class.’
Mom was relieved to hear that. The point I’m getting at, they take for granted I’m married, therefore the question she thinks proper to ask is how many children do I have.
Indirectly I made her aware, it was not the right question.