I loved a man once, but I broke up with him.
Brother was ashamed of his profession, mother was alarmed by his caste,
But breaking up was entirely my choice...
I chose.
I then met this man they wanted me to marry
He is from our biradari, with a good paying job, but nothing like the one I once loved,
But saying yes to the proposition was entirely my choice...
I chose.
I wanted to wait a year or two to know each other better
He didn't, and mother didn't either,
But saying yes to the wedding next month is entirely my choice...
I chose.
He was in a fight recently and broke a leg while drunk
He works in a cruise, not in merchant navy as we were told earlier
But the decision to ignore these discoveries is entirely my choice...
I chose.
I am proud of making my own money, I am good at my job
But then a girl's real job is keeping her husband's house, I am told.
Yes, leaving it all to move to his village far away is entirely my choice...
I chose.
"Don't worry about me didi" she said to me yesterday.
You see, I am free, I choose.
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