Was a witness to a marriage in the neighbourhood last night. My batch-mates are now going the sanctioned seven rounds and one can hardly ignore or escape the looks of 'you-are-the-next-in-the-row', I receive from everyone around me. I say I need time. People say do not drag it too long. I say what is 'too long'? People say you should do it in time. I say what is 'in time'?. People say you should not wait till you grow old. I say what is 'old'? My questions are never answered. I have orders to abide by.
I still have questions, my unresolved self refuses to give up. Who deliberately jumps into a pit of hell-fire? Who wishes to burn down one's self in false hopes of love?
The looks around me grow intense. I the outsider.
