This is not a love story.
In fact, this is not a story at all. The word ‘story’ indicates that this is made up, but really, it’s the truth—my truth.
It started out normally enough – my parents suddenly realised they needed to get me married – I’d been out of college and working for a year. If they delayed any longer, they wouldn’t find a match for me till I became thirty, and then, as everyone knows, I’d end up with some divorcé or widower.
Not to mention that if I wasn’t married soon, my brother wouldn’t be married in time to give my parents grandchildren.
Looking back on it, I can’t recall ever expressing a desire to get married for myself, it was what was expected of me, and I went along with it. Society expects that a family with a daughter would have her married off by her twenties, because only then would the parents have completed their ‘responsibilities’.
If you think about it, society is us, people like my parents and yours, forcing us to do what we don’t really want, because ‘what would the neighbours think?’
Even with me getting married at twenty five, family and friends clucked their tongues at my parents for already being late – ‘she’s already twenty five, you need to hustle if you want grandchildren!’ – because if you have a ‘good’, dutiful daughter, her only purpose in the world was to marry whoever you picked out and produce children the very next year to show her gratitude.
I sound bitter, and perhaps I am.
After all, I never got my happy ending.
Featuring cross-dressing assassins, were-snakes, gods and goddesses, demonesses and asura kings, Dark Things Between the Shadow and the Soul retells age-old tales from Indian mythology—with a twist. Rearranging myth and legend to create new plots, these short stories will delight lovers of the unusual.
[music| Yakusoku wo iranai: Maaya Sakamoto (The Vision of Escaflowne OP)]