Utopia : The Land of My Soul
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Marmalade days with a pinch of salt
Sugar and salt might be the most uncongenial duo to serve the taste buds, but bittersweet moments in life are not unheard of. Have you ever felt a lump in your throat when you are filled with blissful ecstasy? Is it because our sublime moments are fraught with inexplicable pain? Or is it because happiness comes with unsolicited brother called "kill-joy" pain to take us into a ride?
Life is a queer taskmaster. It admonishes us if we outdo our quota of mirth, but it never compensates generously for the prickly thorns it offers. why am I turning a weeping philosopher I, myself, cannot deduce. But a tingling realization in the brain is prompting me certain answers, which have been elusive to me for quite some time. I guess every woman, who nears the roadway to a 'second innings' has her jittery moments tempered with welled up happiness. I would loathe a woman who has never ever had the feel of pandemonium while embracing a lifelong menace called 'marriage'.
God bless the souls of all those fortunate buds of May, who have eluded the marriage mouse-trap quite successfully.
Life is a queer taskmaster. It admonishes us if we outdo our quota of mirth, but it never compensates generously for the prickly thorns it offers. why am I turning a weeping philosopher I, myself, cannot deduce. But a tingling realization in the brain is prompting me certain answers, which have been elusive to me for quite some time. I guess every woman, who nears the roadway to a 'second innings' has her jittery moments tempered with welled up happiness. I would loathe a woman who has never ever had the feel of pandemonium while embracing a lifelong menace called 'marriage'.
God bless the souls of all those fortunate buds of May, who have eluded the marriage mouse-trap quite successfully.
Labels: Feelings - Subjective
