Day 86 of 100 Indian Tinder Tales
S from Delhi shares his tale.
“This January, in freezing Delhi cold, I was trying to get over my past relationship. I wanted to move on and Tinder was the best option. I had used it in the past too but my matches were monotonous and boring.
Then I had a new match. It was her. Once we started talking, she seemed relieved that I wasn’t the fuck boy type. The same night we moved our conversation to Instagram DMs. She gave me her number (we continuously texted for almost 8 hours). I thought, someone’s playing a prank. Call it Indian mentality, a Delhi girl had giving me her number in just 5 hours of talking, it seemed unbeilevable. I was actually scared. However, we talked in the evening. I realized she’s a very simple girl, a little dumb, in Delhi lingo a little ‘jhalli’.
We started talking everyday.
One day I was quite upset, something terrible had happened and I told her about it. She called me over to her place. We talked and made out. Her family got to know about it. They confronted her. Her father called her a ‘slut’ & beat her up. She was mentally tortured for months.
Our bond grew stronger. We met virtually through WhatsApp, Instagram and video calls for five months, video calls were her favourite. She cooked up a 1000 lies for that hour-long video call. She’d to be in the washroom all through the call. Her mother would come and check on her every 10-15 mins. She’d tell her mom that we aren’t talking anymore and her mom would say how disgusted she felt because of her. She’d listen to all of that and still talk to me like nothing happened.
But I was begining to feel irritated. We were growing close everyday, I wanted to meet her, go out on dates with her, like everyone else did but we could only meet virtually. Moreover, I realized that the more we talked the more she had to lie to her family. All of this bugged me, this wasn’t even a long distance relationship because we lived close to each other. So I had to call it off and conservativeness won. But it is her birthday and I’d like to wish her and say, “sorry, I couldn’t stand by you most of the times when you needed me.”