It was spring. Trees were weighed down with leaves and flowers bloomed all around.
“I am looking for somebody perfect” said Nikhil as he returned the photo to the marriage broker.
He had advertised in all the matrimonial websites for the ‘perfect’ life partner. So far, he was not satisfied with any of the proposals. He found fault with all of them. Nobody was good enough for him. However, he never bothered to do a self-check and his mother fed his ego. Though Nikhil’s father was a man of reason, he was subdued by their collective voices.
The parents were now gone and Nikhil had turned 45, but he still did not find his bride. Years passed and the trees were drained of leaves, looking empty. So did Nikhil, as he leaned back in his recliner, still waiting for the perfect girl.
This was written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Scott Vanatter for the photo.