Years ago, I rented a small apartment in an old house. One day I was invited to a party by a fellow tenant. He was nice enough, but rather square. I accepted for lack of anything better to do. Plus, I was new in town and I didn't know too many people. The party was hosted by one of his co-workers, who was from India. It was in honor of his new wife, who had just arrived to America. She was beautiful. I was entranced, yet more so intrigued by the whole arranged marriage.
Along with all her mystique, she brought with her several gifts from her country to share with the guests.
I sat on a couch between my square neighbor and another computer geek trying to digest the whole concept. It was her first time in America. She didn't know a soul, not even her new husband. I was scared for her.
On the coffee table a beautifully wrapped box of colorful candies caught my eye. The hostess gestured for me to try one and within seconds the arranged marriage wasn't the only thing I was trying to digest. How was I going to swallow this hard concoction that tasted rather fishy?
She was watching and waiting eagerly for my response. I waited until she glanced away, quickly spat the candy back into the wrapper , and hid it deep within the couch cushion.
When she glanced back, I smiled and lied. Her country's candy was delicious!
I thought I was in the clear until a little dog came out of nowhere and began pawing at the cushion. It happened all too fast.
And there it was, my lie.
My lie exposed
chewed, spat, and hidden away.
I was so ashamed.
Years have passed since. I am more cautious now for I am aware that some things wrapped in beautiful packages may taste fishy.
It's okay to refuse them, but if you accept them, you better be prepared for the consequences.