Ramblings of a displaced person

Prologue

I am one of those average indians, good at jugaad, Did my bachelors degree in Bcom, like most gujju boys, started working and grew up the ladder. 10 years down the career path I got in to Executive course from Indian institute of management and graduated with flying colour. I shifted my career from Logistics back to his old company in Food industry. 

Life seemed set I was doing quite more than I ever expected in life. Earning a 6 figure salary I was quite content. except on my personal life. I was nearing 35 and wasn't married, Lacked a partner with whom i can share all my happiness. 

With the age dawning upon me I registered on one of the matrimonial sites and started meeting prospective partners. Sometimes I was rejected and sometimes i rejected. but irrespective of rejections always ended up being good friends with most of the members I met on the site. 

I was looking for some one who was content with what they have in life rather than chasing those mirages created by marketing teams of corporates which make one feel that our life is utterly useless if we don't have them in life. I was looking for a person who valued small things in life. 

Then came the profile of Kinnari, She was from USA, divorced and single mother. I felt this was a right match. A divorced mother who has had her own set of struggles in life, I thought might be small efforts from my side would make her happy. 

We initially emailed each other and then started talking on skype. I liked her and seemed her feelings also being reciprocated. Then our parents spoke on phone and skype. We always took extra effort to adjust our schedules for skype talk due to time difference. 

Accepting a kid was the most difficult part of the whole deal. I had no experience being a parent. I spoke to Puran on skype sometimes. but being a full time parent was little hard to jump in to. but I took the plunge and sailed through. 

She had issues with my smoking and sought my help to convince her parents on that front. That too was crossed. She also took efforts to regularly keep in touch with my parents and relatives and both kinnari and puran were accepted with open arms. Not a single eyebrow raised. 

Then came the million dollar  question which would change the whole course of the story of apply ever after to struggles ever after. Where will we live after marriage?

She live in US and I lived in India. She had an average job. I had an decent job. She was surviving, I was doing what i loved doing and getting well paid for it. I never ever wanted to move to any other country. 

But the regular discussions and late night talks make you feel you are in love. I was apprehensive about being uprooted from everything i knew and thrown in to new world. She felt life is better in USA. Kinnari was from a Patel family with most of the family settled in USA. She was born and brought up in India but like most Patel's married in to USA with in family and moved there. Following her divorce her parents followed her to USA and settled there. She being a Patel I could understand her leaning towards USA and having dollar dreams but was I ready to take one more plunge. 

My head said no, but these are the matters of the heart.