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This short story is for people who think of an age gap in a relationship. See the dilemma a woman may face when marrying a younger adult man. It emphasizes how to address such situations and move beyond the dilemma of age differences.
Mom, I met a honey seller that day we went to Chandani Chowk in Delhi last week.
So?
He looked at me in a way that I can’t forget.
Ok. Why? What is special?
I don’t know. He had innocence in his eyes, love on his face, and truth in his holding.
Ok. So you liked him.
He is so young, how can I think of it?
You are an adult, dear. Was he an adult?
Yes, indeed— how else can he do what he did?
What did he do?
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
So? What’s special?
He sent a loving gesture, which I found nice. And looked at me. Then he looked here and there and then looked at me again.
I walked ahead, looking in his eyes.
I was with my friends.
So, what is the problem? Is it his earnings or what?
You can go back to Chandani Chowk, Delhi, to see him again.
No, thing is I am so much older than him.
He is an adult; you are 35 —what is the problem?
Well, is the age gap the problem?
No, you know Nick Jonas, and so many other people who have relations with elderly women.
Oh
But I am not comfortable with it.
Then why do you think?
I don’t know
Go to Chandani Chowk, Delhi, again, and ask yourself one last time.
You are an adult, so behave like an adult; age does not matter. He seems to be more mature than you.
No, Mom, I mean, a 10-year age gap is too much to think about.
But he has stuck to my heart as if my heart were a honeybee hive.
Ok, go there once, say him well wishes for the future, and search for a man for yourself.
Ok?
Yes mom. You are the best preacher in the world. I’ll do that then. I remember him so much that I openly say he gave me love that I never asked for.
