The institution of marriage does not hold sanctity any more.
His tone scoffed but his voice was gentle
Reminding her to anticipate reality and not be hurt by it
Yet, she persisted,
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1ricercer
wrote on 21 March 2007 at 8:42
pretty
why did she persist?
2Shreyasi
wrote on 21 March 2007 at 8:47
Ricercer,
She may have persisted because it is not easy to build an institution with all of one’s sweat, blood and soul and then just throw it away like yesterday’s newspaper!
Idea,
I felt he is looking at the easy way out while she holds herself dear.
But then at times in this world, it is the easy-runners who win.
3ideasmith
wrote on 21 March 2007 at 10:24
@ Ricercer: Maybe she was stubborn or just plain stupid.
@ Shreyasi: Or perhaps that was the case.
4wiseling
wrote on 21 March 2007 at 10:50
As someone wise once said.. Everything comes to He who Waits.
(thanks Revealed)
5Shreyasi
wrote on 21 March 2007 at 14:13
Wiseling/Revealed,
Am waitin’ since I have forgotten and for so long that by now,the wait is like a spell by a bad witch’s cauldron!
6Shubhojit
wrote on 21 March 2007 at 14:18
Or maybe she was one of those who believed that it takes a lifetime to make but just a moment of madness to break. But once made nothing could be more beautiful.