“There is more to life than a career, for a woman.” How many times had I heard this statement and vehemently chewed out the person who said it? Yet, I just felt like a hypocrite, because I have achieved nothing to denounce it and at the age of 27, I was still dependent on my parents.
I sighed in frustration as I eyed the sparkling diamond ring held by my boyfriend. “This is getting old, put that away please.” I said in frustration. “When are you going to be ready, Meghna?” Roshan asked, even he sounded frustrated.“I don’t know. I still don’t have a stable job. I can barely afford anything on a salesgirl’s salary.”
His next words, were so unexpected, my disappointment and anger just reached its peak.
“I earn a decent salary to support us both. You don’t need work.”
“So, you want me to be the dependent housewife?! How could you say that?! I thought you were different!” I stood up in anger.
“Sit down, please. You’re creating a scene.”
“I am creating a scene?! You pretended to be liberal, but you are just like the others.”
“Listen, Meghna.” “No you listen, Roshan! We are over! Don’t follow me and don’t try to contact me again.” I grabbed my purse and was about to leave the coffee shop, when he grabbed my hand. “You are overreacting. Please, let’s discuss this…”
I didn’t even turn around, just tugged my hand free in one swift motion and stormed out. Honestly, I felt like slapping him but, I didn’t want to create any more commotion than I already have.
I stepped on the road, right in the path of the speeding truck.
When I opened my eyes in the hospital, I felt disoriented for a while. In a few minutes though, I remembered everything. I groaned.
Could I have avoided the speeding truck?
I wasn’t so blinded by anger; I saw the truck and deliberately stepped in its path.
I was hoping for a quick death, but miraculously I am alive, with my memory intact, apparently.
I wasn’t planning on my date going wrong, but I was definitely planning on suicide.
I wanted it to look like and accident, and after the disastrous date I found the perfect excuse.
I was at least hoping for amnesia, even if I survived. But, life won’t let me exit so easily.
I contemplated my options. I can go back to my life as usual or change everything forever.
The door opened revealing my parents. The rushed towards me with worried and tear-streaked faces.
“Meg, dear. Are you alright?” My mom asked. It killed me to say the next words. “Who are you?” I said with a confused expression.
… To be continued