It is a sequence
going on in silence,
least in whispers,
as when the girl
attains puberty.
Her growth,
so long unnoticed
comes to light.
every inch, literally
being observed.
The little girl, mostly
between 10 and 13,
goes through the days
knowing that watchful eyes
are behind her back.
Elders start man hunt
so to say, looking out
for eligible bachelors,
educated. handsome,
from equal status.
The follow up with
friends and relatives
a discreet effort.
Careful assessment
of wealth is done side by side.
The thirteen year old,
turns an adult, graduates.
Having found the right boy,
parents go ahead, negotiate,
finalize. It is accomplished,
The girl has no say , nor does
the boy. It is arranged. “Perfectly”
claims the family. How good?
the bride and the bridegroom
are going to make.
They have a smooth ride,
with quarrels and feuds, sometimes
serious, each one keep the poise.
Divorces do not happen. it is an
understanding without understanding.
Disputes may come.
controversies may go
but the wedlock goes on.
The ” perfect” marriage
sees children, grand children.
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