

She was from New Delhi, and had a potential fiancé back in India. As I understood it, the culture of arranged marriage has moderated, and your family will find a partner for you only if you don’t find one for yourself by a certain point. He was the one, if she didn’t pick somebody else.
So, after a less than a year of dating, her job moved to Europe, and she wanted me to marry her so we could stay together. I wasn’t convinced that it wasn’t just a case of cold feet about the guy at home, so I said no. One of the hardest decisions I’ve made, and sometimes I still second-guess it.




How hard was that?