The thing with boundaries in India

I met a girl at the gym who looked familiar.

I thought perhaps we went to the same school (which proves I am in severe denial about how old I look, because it turns out she’s about six years younger than I am) so I asked her which school she went to.

A few minutes later we’re having a perfectly pleasant conversation about things that strangers usually talk about, and then she pop in this question:

‘So, are you married?’

Me: ‘No.’

She, with an understanding nod: ‘Ahhh, so that’s why you’re working out?’

Um. No. Strangely enough, I’m not running on a treadmill just so I can catch a man. This is just for me.

Yup. That’s what I should’ve said. 

Instead I went with, ‘Um. No.’

The thing with boundaries in India is, there sometimes aren’t any.