Letter To Mr. Right From The Modern Indian Woman

Posted by Keertana Subramani
July 21, 2017

Dear Mr. Right,

I know that you being Mr. Right does not depend upon you. It depends on me. Because no matter who you are, you will still be only a person. A person with disgusting some things and admirable many things, a person with dreams and dirty secrets, just like every other person. Just like me.

Though I address you as Mr. ‘Right’, I will keep a bar of chocolate and a bandaid on hand, because love is always bittersweet. Exactly like that. The bitterness and sweetness inseparable.

Mr. Right, I understand that parts of you – like parts of me – may be ugly. Yet I look for you with a heart is willing to open up bigger, because the ugly parts will be the hardest to get in through its relatively tiny doorway. But I still want to welcome them.

As a modern Indian woman, I realize that it is up to me to decide the line where not your, but our flaws become too much. I hope our willingness to forgive will someday lower this line, maybe even erase it.

When the routine of life then sets in, I will be careful to not be too clingy in hopes of returning to that the initial frenzy of passion. To be satisfied in love, I am learning to first be completely happy with myself and with the prospect of being alone, and even lonely. For though I would never want to lose you, I know I am born alone and will die alone.

Until recently, I thought that you, Mr. Right, should be ‘perfect’. I suppose I was thinking more of a God than a human being. I wanted you to be everything to me – my unconditionally loving parent, my caring friend, a romantic partner, and even a complimentary brother. But you have to be an entire village, not just one person, to fulfil all these roles. So I will simply ask you to not let go of my hands when my flaws threaten to swallow me up and take me away, especially in this difficult and dangerous journey called life.

Both of us carry a tremendous baggage from childhood but I hope we can unpack it together, little by little, trying to understand them to understand ourselves.

And I hope we respect each other as free spirits even as we are bound by love.I hope we allow each other the freedom to reach our fullest potential and chase our highest dreams, being there on the sidelines to cheer one another. As a modern woman, I have my own ambitions and equally fierce dreams as any man – I hope you support me in my ventures as I hope to support yours.

Mr Right, I don’t know where we will end up. Perhaps ours will be a fleeting relationship, lasting only a few months, or maybe it will last a lifetime. I do not ask for time in this relationship. I only ask that both of us try and love.

Finally, I don’t think Mr. Right is the right name to call you by, for it is frightening in all it seems to demand. When I meet you, I, the modern Indian woman, will just call you by your name.


The Modern Indian woman