Fragments of my fears resulted from all the summer evenings on the front yard of my Mother’s sister’s house 4 hours away from my town.
I’d sit down with my Mother, her sister (my aunt) and her daughter beside the Hibiscus shrubberies and listen to repetitive counsels on the importance of a ‘good’ life partner.
When I was young, my Mother would tell me bedtime stories – Gulliver’s Travels, Little Red Riding Hood, Buddha etc. She would sing lullabies too on many occasions.
Eventually the stories stopped as I grew and they were replaced by ‘vital’ advices every now and then.
It was on a winter night when I sat on the floor facing her on the bed that she told me a story just like the Little Red Riding hood except here, I wore the Red Cape.
She elaborated on the big bad wolf and how I should turn around and run if I ever encountered one.
My Fear then substantiated because I was already in Love with the big bad wolf, and he was beautiful.