I am a 27 years old man carrying the weight of my family on my shoulders. Six years ago, tragedy struck when my father, a government employee and the pillar of our family, passed away unexpectedly. As the eldest son, I took up my father’s job as compensation, ensuring my family’s survival.
With a widowed mother and two younger brothers looking up to me, I became their guiding light. I worked tirelessly, sacrificing my own dreams to keep my family afloat. Yet, amid the struggles, my heart found solace in a girl-the love of my life. Her kindness and understanding have been my refuge during turbulent times. She is my confidante, my beacon of hope in a life laden with duty. With her warm smile and unwavering support, she has been the pillar I leaned on during my darkest days. We share a bond that transcends societal norms and castes-a love as pure as the morning dew.
But my joy is clouded by my family’s orthodox beliefs. My mother often reminds me of my father’s reputation, our family’s values, and the importance of upholding our caste traditions. To them, my love for her is a betrayal of our heritage. She frequently speaks of my late father’s principles and the family’s honor, urging me to prioritize my responsibilities. “You are the eldest son,” she reminds me. “Your brothers look up to you. You must think of their future and our family’s name.”
Caught between love and duty, my nights have grown sleepless. The echoes of my father’s voice seem to call out to me, urging me to fulfill his role as the protector of our family. Yet, my heart longs for a life with my girl, where love is not a compromise but a celebration.
One evening, I sat down with my mother and told her, “I have always put this family first,” I began. “I took Baba’s place when he left us, not because it was easy, but because I love you all. But today, I need you to understand that I also deserve happiness. She will not divide us-she will only add to our family. She understands my responsibilities and supports me in every way. If Baba were here, he would want me to live a life of integrity and love.”
Now, my family wants me to forget my love for the sake of their name and respect. What should I do?