1. The Start

It was then that my Mom showed me his picture asking my opinion about him. I didn't even attempt to look at it. She kept talking about his whereabouts. I knew he would be one among the bunch of morons who had recently been approaching. I didn't want to take chances, again and again, to put myself down in a way to I hate men completely. She knows I can't take it anymore, after all this time I've never made it through a relationship. What a pity! This is not my piece of cake, leave out those embarrassments, now marriage looks like those Belgium Ice-creams. Totally out of reach. 

I replied, "Ma, just inquire if he is straight". My Mom, taking note of my incredible statement with certain presumptions of my current mindset received the phone call from his Mother. I was super excited as my Mom had now learned to roast the age-old Orthodox families who still practice slavery. She's good at it, better than veggies. She had already experienced some blues, I must say those were lessons one should imply while looking for partners for their kids. Since then my Mom has been doing her Doctorate in Partner Search, after successfully clearing out the lower levels. They were on a call for around a couple of hours. I was upstairs, in my room, overhearing things I could hear and at times my Mom's sarcastic gestures in between. I couldn't handle my anxiety and went downstairs to take a glance at his face, whatsoever. She hadn't finished yet. My Mom's description of him was something to be considered. I took her another mobile where his Mother sent his pictures. I couldn't find anything of that sort. My eagerness grew. And I searched into every folder and every chat. "What's up with you? Here, have a look". She turned me around and handed over her mobile.