Small happy moments make up life, and I believe in savouring every one of them. After all, we only have one shot at life. Why then do things that make us unhappy? A positive Approach can resolve all of life's sad situations if handled appropriately. And, as someone wisely has put it, "There is always hope of sunshine after every night."

Let me begin by introducing myself. My name is Arya Rao, and I am a 23-year-old business administration student in my final semester. I come from a middle-class household, and my family is the most crucial part of my existence. My father, Raj, is the genuine hero of my life and works at Mehra's as a manager. Seema, my mother, is a stay-at-home mom who adores me with all her love. I have two younger sisters, Mira is in her first year of college, and Pari is still in secondary school.

My family adores me above all else, and I know my happiness means the world to them. When I was a child, my Parents granted all of my demands before I could even say them. It's as if my parents knew what I wanted and had it ready for me the next day. I had a wonderful childhood.

Others mock me because of my weight, which I believe shouldn't be their problem because I don't eat at their house. I'm a size 16, and I'm proud of my curves. Some of my college classmates refer to me as obese, hippo, or extra enormous, but I don't let that bother me. My worth is determined by my personality and attitude toward others, not my weight. That does not, however, imply that I advocate for obesity. Growing up, I had a hormonal imbalance contributing to my weight gain.

My mother, may God bless her, is why I am who I am. She taught me that a person's worth is determined by how you treats others, and she well-versed me that being overweight shouldn't prevent me from achieving my goals. When I graduate from college, I'll meet many people who will try to degrade me and make me feel unworthy of anything, but I'm strong, and I'll win everything that's meant for me.

I wake up with a smile on my face; I enjoy the sensation of the morning sun on my skin; it makes me feel as if all of my energy has been absorbed, preparing me for the beautiful day ahead. I take out my phone and read through my Instagram posts, checking to see whether anyone has liked or commented on my photo. Checking my message box, I know I have a message from my best friend, Swara, who is the best friend anyone could ever have. We're childhood pals who talk about everything that happens in our lives.

Swara: I'll meet you at college; however, don't forget that we have an early Human Resources Management class today.

Oh, shit, I wake up like a thunderbolt, completely forgetting about the class today, I rush to the bathroom, change into my best trouser and top, and dash downstairs to grab an apple for breakfast. Because, as the saying goes, an apple a day keeps the doctor away. I'm in the middle of putting an apple into my mouth when my Papa calls.

"Arya, eat your breakfast properly, and appreciate the food you eat," Papa says as he sits at the table, smiling.

"Of course, papa, and good morning," I say, leaning in behind him and hugging him.

I then sit at the table; in my family, it is imperative to eat meals at the table, with no distractions, such as a phone or newspaper, and only family members eating and discussing their daily activities.

"How's it going, Arya?" While nibbling on his paratha, papa remarks.

"You're in the last semester; I hope you'll continue to make us proud with your good results."

"I'll give it my all, papa," I say.

"Arya, we need to speak with you about something," my mother says as she sits in front of me, her plate in hand. She is the most gorgeous, compassionate spirit I've ever seen. Not because she is my mother, but because I see other mothers, I believe I have the best parents in the world.

"Yes, Ma," I answer, "but tell me quickly; I have a class to attend." I check my backpack to make sure I have everything I need.

"I understand that your career is important to you, and it is to us; we want you to work hard, do your job, stand on your own two feet, and make us proud. Arya, we weren't seeking a husband for you, but your father's boss, the Mehra's, has made you an offer. They want you to marry their older son Rahul, who is currently pursuing his MBA in the United States and will return shortly." My mother pauses, and they stare at each other before turning to face me.

"You can't be serious, Ma and Papa; I'm just twenty-three years old; I still have to enjoy my life. I don't want to be committed so soon. Please tell them no," I say firmly, and Papa's countenance reveals his dissatisfaction with my response.

"Arya, don't be in a rush; this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; think about the proposal and then decide," my mother adds, holding my hand and affectionately patting it.

"We adore you, Arya, and you know it," she continues.

"All we want is for you to be happy. You will be financially secure, plus Mehra's comes from an affluent family, and you will have the opportunity to be a businessperson. Consider this marriage as a lovely institution that not only binds you with a wealthy family, but which will provide you with a companion who will be there for you at all times." My ma says, and my father gets a side embrace from Ma.

Ma and Papa were married in an arranged marriage, but based on their love, I believe it was a love marriage. They share a great deal of respect and love for each other and never fought in front of me before. They lavished affection on all three of their daughters.

"But ma," I say, "I don't know anything about this person; how can I say yes to him blindly?"

"Of course, you're not going to say yes right away; you need to get to know the guy first."

Papa goes out to take a call; Ma further says, "Your thoughts, attitude, and behaviour should match, and you know Rahul, you must have met him a few times at the Mehra's home; he seems like a good guy." my mom says.

"I haven't met him in person, but I have seen him a few times".

I take the liberty to speak, "but I have a doubt of my own," I say, and ma raises her eyebrow.

"I have a lot of respect for myself. But I've seen Rahul, he's a handsome person who comes from a wealthy family, so why do they want me to marry him, isn't this unusual ma?" I asked, bewildered.

"Your father works for them, and they've noticed him working nonstop. We've always been in their orbit, and they appear to be extremely kind people. They must have observed your pleasant presence and asked for a proposal. They've never made us feel unwelcome. Arya, don't you agree?" she says, and I nod when mum asks me a question.

"Whoever is going to marry you, Arya, he is going to be a very lucky guy," my mother says, holding me.

"We are not pushing you, but at least meet him once, and then let's decide."

I hug, reminiscing about how I got to be so big that my parents are considering marrying me. Time flies by at a breakneck pace. I'm off to college, but I'm unsure if I'm ready for marriage. Until yesterday, I was a happy-go-lucky, carefree spunky girl, but today my parents are planning my wedding with someone I've never met. My parents are not old-fashioned in that I should marry whom they choose, and they have never put any restrictions on me.

My mother says I should tell her all my secrets, such as whether or not I had a boyfriend. On the other hand, my group's buddies always have friend-zoned me because I'm the cute panda. However, not everyone can have a goddess; it takes a particular person to appreciate a woman like me. Perhaps this is the one with whom I'll fall in love and with whom I'll find my soulmate? Maybe I should start by meeting the guy, and if I like him, we can move forward from there.