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With a thumping heart, I walked towards the drawing room,

Where a group awaited along with my potential groom,

As I entered, the chirpy chatter immediately stopped,

And the clitter clatter of the spoons also dropped,

A hushed prevailed and all eyes focused,

As I took a seat to get myself judged,

Someone broke the ice by asking my name,

And I inwardly rolled my eyes at this stupid game,

Another unknown asked me, “How do you do?”,

I strongly felt like replying, “Better than you!”,

My mom stared at me to not to be rude,

For if they run away then who will find another dude,

I slowly replied, “Ok!” with a heavy sigh,

In a tone audible but not too high,

With fidgety hands, I adjusted my posture,

For I was feeling tired of sitting like a sculpture,

The tea was served and the film reached its interval,

And I anxiously awaited its ending for my survival,

The constant scrutiny made my palms sweaty,

For I deserved someone better and more worthy,

Without a second thought, I stood up and tore off to my room,

The air felt fresh and not suffocating like that of the drawing room,

The mascara came off as hot tears welled up,

And I smeared my lipstick that had me dolled up,

For people who visualized me as a showpiece,

I knew I was better off than become one at least