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March 4
Nowadays, morning wishes are not messages, but lovely kisses. Everything is going well and I’m feeling happy. My sasural love me lot.

March 5
Today was the reception and it went off well.
 

 March 8
Pappaji and Mummiji are very angry with my parents because my parents have not given them the money to buy a car and the furniture. What can my parents do? They don’t have any money left. I had told Papa I would not get married so soon as we did not have the money. No one listened to me.

March 9
Mummiji took me to the market to buy clothes. She felt that my Papa had not given me good clothes at the time of marriage. I felt bad to be buying new clothes with Mummiji’s money, but still I bought a few clothes. I was angry with my mother as she did not give me good clothes. Tomorrow, I am going to Bangalore with my MinnUji and after a few days we will leave for our honeymoon to the north-east.

March 11
On the 10th, we reached Bangalore and I felt happy to see my new house. We attended the wedding of MinnUji’s friend. Many people told me that I looked very nice. MinnU also complimented me. Everything is going well, except for one thing. Deep down inside it hurts me that MinnU and his girlfriend Ramya’s relationship is slowly becoming deeper and stronger. I really don’t know what do and with whom to share my feelings. On the first day we entered the house in Bangalore, MinnUji told me that I should not use the bed in the house. He said I should not sleep on it, as he had purchased it for Ramya. Everyone knew about his girlfriend, but I did not know because I was madly in love with him. No one told me about this. Even my parents were more bothered about fulfilling their responsibility and did not think of the kind of person I was marrying. I have been blessed, but I’m not fully happy. I cried a lot as my Papa and mother did not even come to say bye when I was leaving. Now, I don’t want to talk to anyone and I’m heading towards depression. There is no one who understands my feelings, my situation or my silence. If I tell anyone about this, it is like I’m killing myself. All my dreams are gone. This artificial smile is for others. No one knows what is going on inside me.


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