so, that I was no ideal wife. He would have been happier with someone like Damayanti. She was a better woman than I. (But is better the word I was looking for? At what point does forbearance cease to be a virtue and become a weakness?) Once I returned to my father’s home, I wouldn’t have kept searching for my husband. And had I called for a second swayamvar, I would have made sure it was a real one.
