CTT: Happy Homecoming

I dropped you there, and saw your car go

I stood there, and looked as far as my eyes could follow

I start counting the days, hours minutes until I see you again from that moment on

I came back to an empty house, and sat on the couch until dawn

Your fragrance lingers everywhere

I may not admit, but so much I care

I feel your touch and miss your smile already

To stay alone, not yet, I am not ready

You are away just for a few days and it feels like ages

If my life were a book, you are its most beautiful pages

I lay alone in that cold bed

All I can think is you, in my head

I scroll down my phone and smile at your pictures

Those videos and all that cuteness

I couldn't sleep a wink, you are coming tonight that I know

I realized I love you so much, much more than I care to show

PC: Charoletteville

#Dashtalks Hi House

The situation was like this

Last evening, the husband was supposed to be at work and was coming home late, we spoke about it on the phone a few hours back and I reached home earlier than him.

I unlock the door of my house and enter the house, which was as expected, Dark

Then just for fun I said loud...mind you real loud "Hi House"

And deep inside my master bedroom a muffled sound comes "Hi, You are back"

I was stunned, scared, and was about to shit bricks and run ouy of the house when the husband emerges from the bedroom wrapped in a blanket with a stupid grin on his face "I thought I should come home and work, but I slept"

It was a mixed emotion moment for me - Relief, Anger, Dumb, Scared.

For one full moment, I couldn't trust if that blanket wrapped thing is my husband or some entity, but that stupid grin confirmed that this can't be no ghost. Phew!

I swear to the heaven up above, that never, never ever will I say "Hi House" again in my life

8th Birthday guest post 4: Raja Hindustani by Pranali

Its guest post birthday Monday again. Our fourth story is from an ever bubbly, super cute, model looking girl Pranali. She is an inspiration to look up to. Salutes to her achievements at this tiny age. She is a rock star in my eyes. 

Pranali says -

So "Raja Hindustani" that's what our friends  say about our relationship. Roller coaster ride of 8 wonderful years.  

From the time I was a teen I had been clear about one thing in my life, that any heart related matters, any boy related matters will first have to be approved by my family.

Valentines day of 2009 is the day we met for the first time -14th February 2009. 

He was my neighbor. Tall, dark and charming is what I would say, my eyes saw. I was kind of floored already but I had my self set "family approval" conditions in my head.

So when Mr. Raja Hindustani proposed me after a week, I went to my mother and explained, I told her what I felt and after two weeks of discussions, arguments, changing conclusions, I managed to convince my family.

PC: youtube

That evening, I confessed my love to the man who loves me much more than I do, and the joy, the blush, that butterfly feeling cannot be explained in words.

I realized its not the end of this story, its just a tiny beginning, the journey from I to We and in that "we" its not only me and him but almost all who do has significant contribution in our life like our parents, siblings, extended family and ofcourse our friends

We did have our moments of downs too. Those fights, arguments, tears, long phone calls, smses. We have more up's than downs I must say, had those super cherish able memories in the past 7 years.

We are both family-oriented people and we want to fulfill both our families expectations. I am grateful to have a very supportive family and more importantly my Raja Hindustani- Sachin, who stood by me in all my thick and thin.

After 8 years of wonderful journey, when I look back, I can only be grateful to God who gave me Sachin and I pray to be blessed by Ganpati Bappa to continue my journey forever as Mrs. Sachin from November 25th on wards.

My Note: 8 years and many more to come. God bless you Pranali and Sachin, you guys make a cute couple. and Thanks for sharing your story with me. Lots of Love.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG!!!

8th bday guest post 3: Destined to be together by him

This is not just another Monday. This is the third Monday of my blogs birthday month and here today I present the love story of one of the cutest couple I know. A boy with an amazing sense of humor and a girl with a charming smile. Their chemistry is so evident in the pictures they post. Both are animal lovers and have adopted a a cute and shy little dog

Well, here is the story from His side

I had no real reason to hate Her. I just did. Every time I saw Her in office, I would wonder “Who the fuck does she think she is?!?!” 

She had joined work just a few months before me but she already seemed to walk around like she owned the place and everything and everyone in it. And that included me. And that I couldn’t take. She had a boyfriend, who worked in the same office and every time I saw them together, I didn’t know who to feel bad for. We worked together for a couple of months and then I moved out of that job.

I moved around for a few years, freelancing for different companies just to see all that was out there. I wanted to try out all the pastures before I settled down with a little piece of land for good. I had the exact same philosophy when it came to relationships.

About 3 years later, I was on a new project and a few days into it, I was told that some new team members would be joining us for a meeting. As I walked into the conference room, I just saw the back of Her head and knew who it was. I made a sly, mean remark that was intended to imply friendliness and familiarity. It wasn’t taken kindly. 

Over the next couple of months, I realized that I couldn’t connect with any of the other team members and that if I was to have a friend in the entire team, it would have to be Her. The fact that she felt the same way made it easier for us to get along.

By the time that project had come to an end, we both had realized that there was more to this friendship than either of us had intended. It didn’t bother me so much but I imagined my girlfriend would have something to say about this and Her boyfriend (the same one), would definitely have fistfuls to say. As time passed, things started to heat up and after a point they were too hot to handle. I was single again, not because I wanted to be with Her forever but because I realized that my current relationship wasn’t going anywhere, at least for me. Soon, we were in that strange zone where neither of us knew what was happening but we wanted to see where things could go. When things began to become serious, I did the only thing I knew how to do – I ran!

I ran away, out into the open. Ran into a couple of girls but then kept on running. All this, while I was still in touch with Her. She was also single now. After a lot of meetings and discussions, we decided to officially start dating. It was great to finally be with her and not have to hide from the world. Things moved ahead, she moved in and once again, life was good. Soon, her parents, who were more than happy that her previous relationship had ended, started pressuring her to get married to a nice boy. Meetings were being setup and profiles were being shared. I knew all of this was happening and when she asked me about our future together, I still had only one phrase that was harmless and yet effective, “I don’t know”.

PC; quoteaddicts

One fine day, she put her foot down and asked me what I wanted. I told her that I wasn't ready for a lifelong commitment yet. That night she moved out, with all her stuff. The next morning, when I woke up and my hand searched for her on the other side of the bed and found nothing, I knew I was in trouble. I woke up! I decided that I never want to wake up and not find her beside me, ever again!

I decided that in the evening, I would meet her and propose to her. I met a friend and told her about my plans. She was excited, more so because she had never seen me so excited. After a while, a fear set in – what if evening would be too late? I made the call. I told her what happened in the morning and I told her that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. We waited till the evening to actually meet up. I got her a nice little symbolic ring and we had a little celebration that night.

This was the fun part of the story. The drama was yet to begin. Parents got involved. Religion became a problem. Conversion was thrown up as an option. Parents got angry. Eventually we realized this is the price we had to pay and that we were more than happy to pay it as long as we could be with each other. In the years that followed, she managed to turn me into a more responsible man, a more sensitive man, an animal lover and so much more. It’s been 4 years since we exchanged our vows in front of the fire but the fire still burns and she still wows me every day. And yes, I never wake up to an empty bed.

My note: My first reaction was, "This could be a movie script". I love love-stories especially the ones that are so cute. I so want to know her version of the story too. 

Thank you buddy for sharing your story. May you and her be blessed forever.

8th bday guest post 2: Ush + Sid = US

Its the second Monday of this blog's birthday month and as promised here is the second story of the birthday month.
This is the story of a very cute friend, whom I know from Orkut days, and then we met and I realized she is such a cute Leo. Her man, Sid, well I don't know much about him.
Let me introduce our couple of the day, Usha and Siddharth and their POV's on how their story started

Usha says,

The moment I met this guy, I was super disoriented. So charming!! But my brain sent out warning signals to my heart: Don't fall for this guy. And with good reason, too. I mean he's cute and has a heart-melting smile, but He is also super forgetful, very unromantic (which is very difficult for the romantic in me to digest), no sweeping-off-the-feet and he talks more than me (which is saying something). Basically not what I had in mind.

But seldom does the heart listen!

Differences apart, Sid and I are alike in so many ways. We both love travel, and love to eat. He does random, stupid shit with me and balances out my crazy with his sanity. He chatters away endlessly and is the most enthusiastic, mad, crazy person I have met. 
He gushes when I do the smallest thing for him. and once in a while, if I'm really lucky, he does cute romantic gestures too, and is then engulfed by disbelief at how I've managed to make him a sappy cow!
You can never be pissed at him for long - he'll smile and sing a cheesy song, and you will instantly forget what you were mad about. He makes me laugh like no one else can, and makes me feel very special and loved.

As I said, he is not the kind of guy I had hoped to end up with. He is much, much more than what I had hoped for. And I'm glad that I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with my best friend, who happens to be my lover, who happens to be my everything.

Siddharth says,

It was love at first sight. Not quite the orchestra playing Beethoven symphony or anything, my lame heart just chose to skip a beat.  And trust me, it persists even today when I see her.

That smile of hers, oh which completely blew me away and made me go to a world of the pleasant unknown still reminds me of the first time I had rajma in college. Yes! rajma was exceptionally good. Speaking of which this girl is an amazing cook. This I assume is a quality every foodie would want his spouse to have. I'm lucky that way.

Her giggle will make you forget all the sorrows in this world and her anger will make u recollect your slightest mistakes. You act all funny with her and you've had it.  It's amen from there!

Her eyes tell a story which one would never want to see end . She hates it when people lie and loves it when pampered.  
I suck at the latter and am too good at the former. Guess I would eventually learn to suck at lying too. She'll support you and pep you up while you're at an emotional ebb and convert all that negative energy to positive ones. She truly has the Midas touch.

She is the best gift i never thought would get to spend the rest of my life with and would love her with the same zeal I did when I first met her. And that's a promise I'll keep until I live!

My Note: Super cute couple. God Bless you guys forever and thanks for sharing your story for my blog's birthday month. Cheers!

8th bday guest post 1: When Kolkata Met Mumbai by Lakshmi Ajoy

The first story of the birthday month starts with a post from my school friend. A very talented, bubbly girl Lakshmi and her husband Ajoy. Lakshmi is a jewelry designer and a mother of two beautiful daughters.

Lakshmi says

Where Mumbai meets Kolkata...
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The year of 2005 saw me turning into a young, dynamic, confident, educated and bold young lady- all of 23! I had a great job, was about to appear for my graduation finals in March and already had a degree in Hotel Management. 

The Tamil festival "Pongal" was round the corner and the family had the opinion that the birth of the harvest festival would usher in some good news. Thus, began the soul-mate hunting for me without 'My' knowledge. 

A trip to Shirdi later that month revealed the secrets in my parents' minds. They had begun hunting for an ideal "husband" for me.
This revelation was shocking and I, being a rebel, fought with my family for days end before a sick bedridden grandma and my overtly emotional parents convinced me that the hunt that had just begun would take no less than two years to finalize a match. That sounded a bit convincing to me, two years is enough time to set my career.

A few eager parents of the prospective grooms made random calls to try and match horoscopes and exchange pictures. Nothing seemed to be  working and I was secretly feeling elated. I had better things to focus on; a job as a duty manager in the hotel industry and the finals of my Bachelors in Arts that was round the corner. 
Amidst serious preparations and the exams lurking around a week ahead, the phone bell rang one lazy afternoon with everyone else tucked in bed enjoying a post lunch siesta and me buried with my head in one fat book.

With no one else to pick the call, I reached for it and a sweet voice on the other end went: "Hello! Is this the residence of Mr. Radhakrishnan?"
Me: "Yes, it is. How can I help you?"
Voice: "We have found his daughter, Lakshmi's horoscope matching out son's. Actually, we are from Kolkata and a trip to Mumbai is soon on our cards. Would it be convenient for us to visit your place anytime next week?"
Me: (pausing in shock)" Hmm... I guess I could note your contact number and pass the same to my father. He will get back to you by evening today"

What followed was a series of fast forwarding events. The return phone call, the visit from the parents of the prospective groom-to-be with their elder daughter in law, exchanging photographs, some songs, long conversations, evening snacks and then email ids, my final graduation exam papers, our visit to the groom-to-be's aunt's house at Andheri and done!
The match making was finalized by the parents of both the parties without the groom to be and the bride to be meeting each other face to face.

Way back in 2005, India was still way behind in technology and Yahoo! was probably the only most popular mailing site and Yahoo! messenger was probably the only chat option available with voice hearing technology. The video calling, Skype and chats were a distant dream.

From the first mail that I sent out to the prospective groom whom I hadn't met him and only seen a couple of his photographs on the 2nd of April, 2005, the return mail acknowledging the receipt of my mail, from the first phone call on the 5th of May 2005, to several hours of International satellite calling every single day thereafter, the Cupid had already struck!
By the end of June, both Ajoy(the groom to be) and me (Lakshmi- the rebellious then; not so rebellious now bride to be) were head over heels in love. All without even meeting each other in person.

The dates for the D- Day was fixed, the venue was booked, advance payments made, shopping had fervently begun, decorators and caterers were finalized and yet, both Ajoy and me were waiting to meet eye to eye. The long wait of this long distance love was finally set to break when the dates of Ajoy's arrival was fixed. The company had booked his tickets and his sign off dates were decided from the ship on which he was sailing as a third mate at that time.
His parents had booked tickets to Mumbai from Kolkata as Ajoy said he wouldn't fly Kolkata directly without meeting the girl he is planning to marry.

PC: Pintrest

Eager preparations were on and the day arrived on the fateful month of July, 2005 when Mumbai was drowning in its monsoon floods. Nevertheless, no calamity could keep at bay the love birds longing to catch sight of one another. 21st of July, 2005. Ajoy's flight from Geelong, Australia to Mumbai landed at 19:45 after hours of delay owing to rough weather conditions. The family of both the parties were all set to welcome the groom to be. I was dressed in a royal salwar suit with minimal makeup but a natural glow on my face and sparkle in my eyes. The announcement of the flight's arrival was made, passengers had disembarked and crowd from the flight had begun to thin out. My sailor boy was no where in sight. I was nervous, hands had turned icy cold in anxiety and every second seemed like an hour. Finally, from far, I could see a figure emerge from the corner. My heart was quite sure it was "him" but my mind refused to accept. As the figure drew to a close, Ajoy headed straight towards me and just pushing his suitcase and jacket he had in his hands, his majestic frame and muscular arms enveloped me into a warm, comforting bear hug. The moment was frozen and their dreams had come true at last. The love birds had met.

My note: I loved the narration, so heartfelt, gives this warm feeling all through. Thanks Lakshmi for sharing your story. May God bless you and your family forever. Amen!

#DAshTalks Comments Gone Wrong

It was Friday night, 1 am and after watching a movie at home. We were sitting on our bed with our respective phones, in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Me: Listen, I want you to comment Awwww on some couple display picture I put

Awin: Ok

Next morning, I put up a super cute picture
of ours as my Facebook picture

In an instant, I get a notification that "Awin has commented on your picture"

I get exicited because, the husband rarely comments

I go to the comments section and see

Awin: Awwwwwwwwful 

He slept in the living room that weekend.

#DAshTalks: The Fan

One of the late nights in this long weekend, Awin was sitting on the bed resting his back on the bed board with his Kindle and I was on the desk going something.

Awin: Dee, Can you switch on the fan

Me: Its near you

Awin: C'mon, its closer to you and I am sitting comfortably on the bed

*I jump out of the desk, land on the bed and slides right inside my blanket*

Me: I am lying snuggled inside my blanket, Switch on the fan

Awin *mumbles something inaudible*

Me *slowly creeps out of the bed and props on the desk before he has turned his back to the bed*

What he said after that is *beep beep beep beep*

#DAshTalks: When Husband experiments

When the husband gets a new toy, and he starts to test it on the wife at some ungodly hour.

What happened after that? Well, I woke up, stood with my hands on my hip and gave that "Are you coming to sleep or not look" and the experiment continued to the next morning without the wife involved.

#DAshTalks Officially Yours

In the mid week, when a wife feel over worked. What does she do?

Awin, the awesome husband plays the "officey" game back

These are real conversation  screenshots

#DAshTalks Hair Color

I was super excited this Sunday. I have been thinking of getting a highlight on my hair for a while now and today I really got it done.
I was super scared, apprehensive & thought about going grey & bald, but when I saw the results I was dancing inside my head
I rushed home to surprise the husband

Me: Do I look different?

Awin: of course, your expensive facial is making your face glow

Me: Anything else?

Awin *blank look*

Me: Hint. Hair

Awin: oh, there is something on your hair

Me: DO. I. LOOK. DIFFERENT?

Awin *Blank look*

Me *resigned* I colored my hair

Awin: Oh, I thought the guy painting near the elevator dropped some paint on your hair. I was going to ask you to wash it off. Seriously

Me *raised hands* why did I even ask?

#DAshTalks His Phone My Answer

Awin, the husband has been bit with the "Elementary" series bug and has downloaded all the episodes and diligently watches them almost every evening.

So, seeing him with the laptop & earphone stuck to his ears & eyes glues to the screen is very normal.
Whenever, I want to talk to him, I pull off one of the earphones from his ear, say what I want to and plug it back into his ear

Me: Dinner at 9pm ok?

Awin: Sure

Me: I have made malai kofta and roti

Awin: Sure

Me: Let's go for that Batman movie this weekend

Awin: Sure

Me: The nuclear missile is standing in our balcony

Awin: Sure

Me: I flushed your phone

Awin: What the..? Did you? I know you are capable of it? but did you? 

His phone is the answer to all my pray-ears

#DAshTalks The Laundry

Awin wanted to wear his blue T-shirt this Sunday and was frantically searching for it in his wardrobe

Awin *with his head inside the wardrobe* "Dee, where is that blue t-shirt. The one I wore with the black jeans the other day.

Me *leisurely sitting on the couch with a book* "The black jeans eloped with another T-shirt, so the blue t-shirt was sad and it jumped in the well of clothes kept for washing and lying in the bottom of the well stinky and dirty

Awin *walks to the other room where I was smirking, points his index finger at me* Your jokes suck

#DAshTalks Windows

There is a window in my living room, that has been closed for as long as we are staying here. And after all the rains, winters. Its stuck like crazy.
I am a cleaning fanatic and wanted to desperately clean that window sill.
So,

Me: Awin, Listen, I need help

Him *deeply engrossed,slouched and his head inside his laptop*: What?

Me: These windows are stuck. Help me open it

Him: Try rebooting

Me *felt so trolled*

#DAshTalks - Dinner

I was sitting on the couch, with my legs folded under me and reading a book.

Awin: Whats for dinner?

Me: *looks up like a damsel* The pearls gathered from paddy fields of Konkan tempered with sun dried chilli's and mustard mixed with slow processed fermented milk 

His eyes full of anticipation and suddenly droops

Awin: You mean Tair Saadam (Curd Rice)

Me: Yes *goes back to reading my book*

Awin: Why all that built up?

Me: Yeh Baburao ka ishtyle hai?

Awin: I have married Bollywood *sighs and walks back to his office room*

#DAshTalks: Shopping

Its Saturday evening & caramel cold coffee in my cup with the orange pink sky view from my balcony.

Me (leaning against the balcony wall): I think you should start a blog

Him (on the cane swing not even looking up from his laptop): For what joy?

Me: I love your photographs, so does the world. Start a photography blog

Him: And? 

Me: Get featured, get awards, get sponsorship, get money

Him: And?

Me: Take me shopping

Him: Oh, all this built up is for me to take you shopping.

Me: No, your credit card & your car keys are enough

Him (instantly getting up that cane swing): Not the car keys, you have already given both my headlamps scratched eyes. 

Me *triumphs* Yaay new dress, new shoes, new bag

He didn't start a blog but he has his pictures on Flickr (Click the link)

IB: First Crush

My first crush, well I have been blogging for almost 8 years and there has been no mention on him.

I was I think 13, he looked around 23-24ish. He used to park his car in front of my apartment and stand there chatting with his friend.
He had lovely eyes, a beautiful face, nice shoulders and an uber cute smile.
I was a tiny shy looking girl, and to him I was a kid, so he never bothered looking at me then.
I knew nothing about him, not his name, not where he comes from, what he does in life, nothing. I just knew the number of his car and the approximate time that his car would come, around 7.30pm

So, every evening I would wait for his car to come, and take my little red bicycle and pass my him at least 5 times. (How silly was that)

Years, went by and he became a faded memory. One day I saw him walking in a park, I was in college by then, I ran across the park like a woman possessed and jumped in front of him, I am sure I would have scared the daylights out of him.
I took a minute to catch my breath, he patiently waited for me to become normal.
I knew from the way he looked at me, that he did recognize me
By then, I had grown up & was more confident, so I told him that ages back I had a crush on him & I told him his car's number and asked if he still has that car.

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He looked amused, and flashed that cute smile again and said yes, that car was still there.
He told me, that he knew that I was crushing on him, he was married & had a 6 month old baby now.
His relationship status didn't matter to me though, but knowing his name (which I have forgotten now) and telling him what I felt when I was a kid,was a big thing for me then.

We bump into each other sometimes, and greet with a "Hello" but that is that.
My first crush M*-03-K-2**0

Diwali

This is a festive season, and Yay I am so happy.

This is my first Diwali after getting married so it happens to be a mandate to go to my "maika"

*happy tears*

Happy tears were for so many reasons

1. Home, Mom, Dad, Little bro

2. Street food - . Butter wala pav bhaji, pani puri, cheese chilli sandwich, dabeli, bhelpuri, bun maska & chai, misal pav
3. Gaalis in hindi & shivis in Marathi sound so awesome

4. Flee market, street shopping

5. Crowded trains (Yes, I love it!)

6. Meter-wala auto rickshaw

7. A week long vacation

Well, its not that I haven't been to Mumbai for the past 10 months, but my visits have been just a weekend stint, where I mostly eat mom cooked food and sleep on my little ol' bed

This time the icing on the cake, were gifts, lots and lots of gifts, returned back to beautiful fairy lights, colorful rangolis, so much love, so much fun.

Diwali, How I love you XOXOXOXOXO

And here I am writing this post, after a week long of bliss on a chilly, rainy, sleepy Monday.

I am not a mistake, I never was

So much to say, but no words

So many reasons to come close but, still the distance

An eerie silence prevails

So many things inside the head, so much to share but something got lost

Something inside broke

So much love, but don't know to how to express

No gain, but so much pain

Something died inside

Some words said, some unsaid

A broken heart, million shards apart

Now lonely and tired,

 Tired of being tested

Tired of saying what it feels

Tired of its innocent words being twisted

Tired of being hurt

It wants to give up,

But it beats alone, It beats for love

With a lesson learnt, its better to be a closed book, than sharing feelings with the one you love.

So many words in the eyes, pleading to be heard

Hands that are trembling, wishing to be held

A body that needs to be hugged

Tears that need to be wiped, wiped for real

I might smile,

That smile is not real

I might talk to you like nothing happened

But inside, I'm not the same

You may  have said something to end a fight

But, I know that I have lost

You may think a gazillion times that I am your mistake

You have always been my blessing

I hugged, you pushed.

I opened my heart,

you broke it

Its not just my heart, Its me who broke inside

Now, my heart will never open up. For, its scared, scared to be hurt again

Today I say,

I am not a mistake, I am real, I am pain, A pain of a broken heart

To make you smile, I would do anything even if it kills me inside.

yet again I say,

But, I am not a mistake, I never was

Virginity Test

This topic might be repetitive. The topic is so compelling that I just had to put it into words,

I have shifted to another city, and I was travelling in a bus back home and I heard a group of guys in formals with a big IT company id cards hanging on their necks.

Guy 1: "Dude, but she has a past man, 2 boyfriends. am sure something must have happened between them da. How can I marry a girl who has already "done it"?"
Guy 2: "you have also done it da"
Guy 3: "so what he can do it, he is a guy, but she is a girl and this is marriage we are talking about not some passing affair, she is not a virgin and he is getting a used maal"

I was appalled, I wanted to turn and give a piece of my mind, but my stop just had to come.

We are in the 15th year of the 3rd millennium, claiming that India is progressing.
People flying to different parts of the world to work and study, science so advanced that people have started booking a land on moon but still we think a girl has to be a virgin on her martial bed.

Virginity is still a base to check a girl's morality. A non virgin girl is not supposedly a good wife material.

Its claimed that women have equal rights in the society, still white sheets are used on the first night to check if the bride is a virgin.
Men date many girls its ok
If a girl dates many guys she is a slut.

There is even a dialog in a movie "a girl is like a lock, should be opened with only one key. if its opened with many keys its a bad lock. A man is like the key if he opens many locks he is called the master key"
I mean, what double standards.

A girl who has had boyfriends and has had break-ups is tagged "easy", automatically guys start thinking its easy to "patao" her and take her to bed.

"easy" is the nicest words I am using here, there are even more cuss words that are used for her in Indian mother tongue.

Virginity is not an exam.. Its a small invisible tissue called hymen that determines virginity. A tissue that can rupture during cycling, workouts, jogging, running not just sex.

In an age where women are as educated as men, where they have male friends and colleagues. the age where she too has fallen in love and has had her heart broken in the past.
She too is just like any other boy.
She loves her family as much, She has pressures at work, She too wants a big degree and a lot of money and a big house and a foreign vacation.

If a woman gets promoted, she has slept with her boss

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If a woman comes home late, she is sleeping with her friends
If a woman parties, she is sleeping with strangers.

A woman who doesn't
fit in the "ideal girl" bill, she is a slut
Her "purity" is determined even today.
The day she has her periods, she turns impure for 20% of the month. But, they need the same woman to bear children for them, Enough evidence that India is the 2nd most populated country in the world and people talk about virginity.
Hypocrites