Good girls make mistakes.
Good girls become girls who can be easily doubted. And they get married to boys who think they are perfect. Good girls then become sad women.
Brave Good girls then go onto enter the murky territory of legal truths. They get divorced. They walk off. They become the very things that society hates. The failure of modern Indian love stories. The very things we hate – the people who had the supposed freedom and then squandered it on a few tickets at the cinema and kurtis at Fab India.
Good girls then finally meet Decent men. I say men, because they are mature. They don’t always need assurance. Or promises. Then they sometimes get married. And are very happy. So happy that their happiness is overwhelming like a successful season of mangos. A hundred kinds, in different colours, with stories, and back-stories. Bursting, laughing, juicy and with the promise of double meanings.
Get over it.