The Kintsugi Bowl

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**Level 1:**

Mitra falls for life, and she finds a match on Tamil matrimony, an arrangement amidst the pandemic. They met through a video call. His mother was beautiful and elegant, akin to a gracious grape wine. She listened to him for the first time, "Why don't you make your daughter speak?"

She got ready, with nonchalance, to talk to him. A shy and seemingly hopeless introvert plunged into the river of socializing to converse with him. It took fifteen minutes for her to speak her mind, but his first question (do you want to work) was overlooked. Impressed by her newfound friendly attitude, a meet-up was arranged as part of the second phase.

**Level 2:**

It was her first experience of a personalized meet-up, unlike a traditional Indian arrangement where the bride pays a visit to the groom's house. A group of relatives was present, and she, in turn, draped herself in a saree while listening to "never give up." Snacks and coffee were enough for them to finalize their alliance. While his mother scrutinized Mitra from head to toe, his father asked her to resign from her professor job and obtain a service certificate.

**Level 3:**

Within a week, she received a call from his sister and brother-in-law. It was her first time talking to them, but his brother-in-law, without context, pounced on her, saying, "So you won't be giving up your salary after marriage, huh?" Unaware of the context, the bride retorted, "A struggling full-time PhD scholar scarcely gets an opportunity to earn and spend." She had overlooked their intentions.

**Level 4:**

The dramatic event of her life was arranged at her expense, at the cost of her life. Mr. To be Mitra always texted her, "Dear, started from the office," at 7.45 pm sharp. Every evening, she would call him to talk all evening and then night until 2.00 am as she was getting her sexual education from him. Despite knowing that prolonged talks would end up in a mess, they both talked. Later, she became accustomed to his yearning for conversation. The mess started from their conversation, escalating to the extent of a dramatic event where his mother yelled at her father to stop the marriage in ten days. As her son started to ignore her, she got angina but ended up with a normal ECG report. Twisting her conversations, Mitra's father called for marriage arrangements. Somehow, the marriage happened after a dramatic pause (stopping the marriage was a stunt), and the event occurred.

**Level 5:**

A Mangalorean life for the first time. Their life began well in the chosen metropolitan area. Soon, a hubbub ensued, followed by Mitra's sharp reply to her mother-in-law as she refused to move to her matrimonial home. She was summoned to apologize before everybody. A crack formed in the kintsugi bowl as her beloved companion joined hands with her husband to make her apologize. She returned to her home to ease her pain, realizing that she had been recruited to take care of the elderly and their palatial bungalow. However, her Mr. talked to her as if he were a 90s schoolmaster awaiting with a cane to punish a student from a less privileged background. He was keen to ensure she was not menstruating on the day she returned to her matrimonial home. Arguments and quarrels followed regarding the apology event. Both of them started taking sides with their parents. While Mr. and his mother wanted to have control over Mitra, her jewels became the target. Mr.'s mother was unhappy about her son's actions of talking to Mitra after engagement, as it wasn't considered manly. She was terribly frightened that her son had become henpecked and couldn't exert full control over Mitra.

**Level 6:**

Instability and tension haunted both of them to the extent of letting their kintsugi bowl shatter. Mitra couldn't handle the situation as they attempted to draft conditions (such as stopping Mr. Mitra from talking to her parents) to be written and signed by her. When she refused, her love, sexual interest, and desire to bear a child were questioned. The battle began to settle in court.

**Level 7:**

Though separated, Mitra, feeling like she had left a roller coaster, began to collect her broken pieces. Her Mr. had a question, "Do you love me?" She replied, saying, "Yes, I do!" Now the kintsugi bowl was slowly getting fixed in a gym, in her classrooms, and with her friend, Joy.