Tutsi Fruity, an affluent girl running a travel operation totally funded by her rich daddy was quite content with her life until she realized she was creeping towards that dreaded age of thirty and thus decided to start  looking around for a suitable man to marry. She realized it would be difficult to find a suitable candidate once she hit the thirty year range, other than for a divorcee or someone hiding a number of skeletons in his closet.  

In her search she happened to meet a man who was a bit older but sort of fitted the criteria she had set for herself as far as husband material was concerned.  He was full of fun and vigour and seemed to know a number of A listers in Colombo.  With these credentials, she concluded that he would be the ideal catch as not only will she have a fun marriage but she would be able to creep up the social ladder, with this alliance.

All plans were made and a grand wedding held.   It was a destination wedding where invitees are expected to pack their various clothing to match the organized events and forcibly have a good time, returning  after paying for a fancy hotel room and all the trimmings. Six months passed and the lustre of Tutsi’s marriage weaned off. The husband who was full of vigour turned out to be domesticated always running to look after his mother, which irritated Tutsi immensely. The chances of creeping up the social ladder were diminishing and the much expected bed comforts were not working out. During this time, Tutsi came across Casanova, a divorcee, and struck up a friendship with him which became a dangerous liaison. Much to the horror of Casanova, who was only looking for a short term relationship, Tutsi was taking up the dalliance seriously and beginning to get possessive of the lover. It developed into an obsession on Tutsi’s part, when she realized that the Casanova neither had any intention of a long term affair with her nor play the shrink listening to her marital and business problems.

What a mess all this had become and all within a year of the marriage. Now Tutsi is stuck in a marriage that she does not want to be in and holds a neglected family business, morals flown out of the window with an illicit affair in her head, miserable and utterly depressed.  Desperation to get married led her to unthought-of and untold complications, all within a year.

There is a lesson to be learnt in this story.   Sometimes it is better to be a career woman and not think that marriage is a must and that being unmarried is a social stigma for an independent single woman. Tutsi is not the only woman or man suffering from such a marriage; there are many.  All living a lie just to keep up
social appearances.